And I miss things I never knew
Your words wrap me into myself
And how the doors have been half shut for years
Waiting for you to half care
Half push me out this
I’m precise in this distanced abortion
Cutting parts of life
From the dead parts
There are more colours in the modern world
With a new way to feel sex with your mind
Autonomy is just trick mirrors and smoke
When a handshake is attached to an arm
You realize that you’re the only one
Looking around for someone to hold you.
This glass isn’t half full
This glass isn’t half empty
It is just a glass.
That is all.
