oh, fiction of reality
features your good side,
my bad bedside
manners which I don't have.
your beat features are
my worst nightmares.

i couldn't.
you know i couldn't.

i just couldn't write our love story
right from the start.
i was right
in not knowing
what to say
to your eyes
see, i just want to die
see, i don't know
are they green or are they blue?

i am not worthy of knowing
what you're thinking of.
i can only rely on my best
known practised speech.
"oh, never mind"
if i'd mind even less,
i'd be transparent.

the only thing that worries me
is how my genome interacts with you.

i wish i could know
what does your amygdala sound like at dawn?

oh, we're a match made in a psychiatrist's recycle bin.

it's just a waste you can't see past your self.