It sounds better now they say
But you’d stopped singing a while
ago
And you’ve only been mouthing the
words
Was that yesterday?
Or a video from your childhood?
But you’re too afraid to ask
Because they don’t know the
answer either
So you’d rather keep pretending
That its still just an arm’s
reach away
Click, bent over forward with
your head
Between your legs
There’s more than one way of
looking back
But look at where Lot’s wife
ended up
The seasoning three-point-
observation violation
When you’re balancing right on
the
Edge
Its all relative
And perfection is a matter of
perspective
They say that symmetry
Is what beauty is all about.
Mr Openminded views that from
all-angles.
Thought there’s always Three
truths,
But one right answer
When you measure opinion with a
protractor
The trouble arises not when there’s
no one else
To pat you on the back
But when you’re not flexible
enough for such self-satisfaction.
Too soon the houselights are on
And you blink out the light
But you keep on blinking
Because
It turned out that no-one
But you
Ever really cared about your
holiday snapshots
Anyway.
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