Vcr

So many of my nights end up the same way
So fucked up I can't tell that there are parallels in our voids
I'm just immersed in mine so well
Am I handsome when I fuck up?
And are you pretty when you lie?

Heartlessly I hope
That I don't meet you in the morning
That I don't see you out tonight
That by the time I next hear Rumours
I don't think of you at all

You are the clock on my VCR keeping me up at night
The tiny light won't fade
Days pass, nights introspection lasts
And if you long for light, what's worse for you than me?

Sat in seclusion now night after night
Recall the moment, I recall the sight
I sing in spite

I wonder would you stop me if you saw me?
Or would we pretend our eyes miss?
Wordless communication graces older relationships
There's a distance in between us, sometimes I bask in it

Heartlessly I hope
No I don't meet you in the morning
No I don't stay out long tonight

Do the things I assign worth to really mean a thing at all?