I need these headphones snug in my ears
to stop the air slipping its way in and teasing.
You're going to look a fool.

Need the cooling beats that aren't really beats because they're so discreet.
They make everything look like the film, reeling off a separate version of my life.
Everything seen is witnessed through a tainted lens.
Yellow and serene. A Luc-Godard scene.

You're sitting there and I get kind of scared.
Not as scared as I thought, but that is because I didn't think.
This glass is how we work each other out.
We are both translucent in tiny fragments
In the process of piecing us together.
We are not all green bottle and crystal shard.
We merge together, creating a gold collage.