if you'd strip away the rubbish
and figure out what you want to say
i think that you'd find that you like yourself better.
even hearts have a point
so would you kindly get to it.
i thought that such drivel could only come from my direction
and such squinty eyed looks
could only come from me.
i wish that i could be one of those people
who pierce through the impassivity
of everyday tedium
with everyday ease of movement.

i'd like to swoop down and take you with me
to drill laser-dot holes in the foreheads of innocents
but you just keep talking
and talking and talking
and i'm thinking about how you haven't yet said a word.
i'd be willing to wager
you think i'm uptight
and i'll also venture you think that i'm dull.
i used to have colours like this everyday twilight
but how pleasing can the sky be anyway.

never adequate
never good enough for you
unless we're alone
and there's no one else to rate you.
how can you want to injure
the way that you do
when all i am is so usual
even my tears are common.

reflected in them i'm looking through glass
and it's stained with expectant and shallow positions.
you are somebody's son, i am somebody's daughter
but the sun's everyday
and it's here for the taking
i am cutting through water trying not to open my mouth.