I connect the dots
like connecting the stars
And I start to realize
We are star-crossed loners

I read deeper into your words
and I realize that your thoughts
aren't as deep as your ego.

You're an avid liar
a self-proclaimed extrovert
"My life isn't that great"
yet you seemed to talk only about yourself.  

It was so obvious,
It's almost hard
to get mad at you about it.
I'm angry at myself
for not connecting the dots sooner.

You weren't inconsistent because you were busy
You were inconsistent because you didn't care
You weren't excited to call me,
You didn't enjoy listening to my voice
You were only excited about hearing your own
desperate to hear my reaction of you.

The perfect face
The perfect liar
The dots connecting everything so perfectly.