Thinking of you is like sleeping in my childhood room after I moved out When I left did you wash your sheets Did you hate to smell me You said selfishness is necessary for self preservation Your personal vindication Shopping for groceries you apologize for being so mundane It's my favorite thing when it's with you None of your friends know who I am You let go of my hand when we met up with them When the insomnia keeps you from sleep would you hate to think of me Your costume's Halloween and the substance is your scene Drink your way out of the machine You are obsolete unclean You're a Skymall magazine A slave to fading dopamine Composed of all of your failed dreams You will never be happy You're a Skymall magazine You said selfishness is necessary for self preservation Your personal vindication