You pose in front of the window to show the world a metaphor
Trapped inside those walls you're as empty as your inbox
No missed calls
You love your camera because it catches all the moments you miss
You miss your friends yet can't find time to speak with them
Cloudy vision from the sadness you insisted
No visits
You get upset when everybody's got somebody else
So what's the point of living alone when you hate yourself
Elaborate on everything that seems to bother you
To get through this
Patiently awaiting
Another decade fading
Faceless filtered paintings
Pay your way to pavement
We're both broken behind these windows
Press your face up against the glass, your bodies free but your minds trapped
Taken lightly, no one knows you're iridescent all the time
You notice, it's noted on your spine "I'm doing fine"
You pose in front of the window
To show the world, you deserve more
Everyone has someone else but you don't even have yourself