Won't see you;
Can't see you

When all these aged impressions and thoughts
Come back
in waves
Of indescernable grey scale feelings

At midgnight
At a busstop
In short shorts with pockets
Full of excuses for wastes

Won't see you;
Can't see you

when the lines blured
and questions slured
out of our mouths
so pretty
so petty

"Where are you
On this frosted glas backdrop?
Where are your hands?
Can you reach out?
And point me to your lips?"

you didn't see;
you couldn't see

that I sat for hours
before mirrors
trying to place
where I'd seen my face
last

reflected reflections back to the reflection

said you love yourself
said you hate yourself
and I reflected
Fight me and I fight back
But love me and I-

Won't see you;
Can't see you

Motion sick on my way
Yeah, the terrain's too uneven
And it goes too fast,
And I don't know
Where to
What for
For whom?


Because
When all these aged impressions and thoughts
Come back
In waves
Of indescernable grey scale feelings
I get swept under
All alone