The White Mirror

I hope that you don't mind if I call you
This is the final chance I have to save
Your name makes me feel propitiously
White stars float out of the screen and into my eyes

Take a bath with cotton candy
Eat a marshmallow or seven
I don't like religious imagery
Living in ungracious heaven
This is something so insane but nothing to be done about it
I was meant for something better
Feeding hopes for future journeys

For so long I've been a fucking joke
These words and sounds meant nothing outside
Now I see that there is more than one
Who sees why I spend my time drowning

Get back
What's your problem?
Don't ask, we all know that digital is just better
How did you manage to stop coming doomsdays?
I lied, but now the truth is here forever

I will not
This is not my spit

Sing along, until your throat explodes
A languished world, so melancholic
Find yourself, floating among pink smoke
And talk about the thoughts behind it all