You left your medal hanging on the mirror,
Talking to your hand,
Fingers running through your hair,
Catching wild birds in cupped hands,
As they beat themselves against windows,
Made you gasp like you’d never seen that done before,
Singing a song that didn’t do the business when it first came out,
Went on to become a legend,
If you’re so disappointed in me why do you stick around?
It’s because you’re so frustrated,
You need someone to take it out on,
Distract you from yourself,
It’ll catch on,
Here comes a blank page!
(Listening to: Atom™ – ‘Ich bin meine maschine’)