So Far, Yet So Close

Across one wall is a who-knows-who
Room full of dust from dreams deceased
Pills uncrushed by the weight of happiness
Spine-shrinking
My capacity to ask all the questions is gigantic
Won’t even knuckle the door, you might bite
Won’t test luck of the draw, it’s usually thick
Tryinna' find a rose amongst thorns
There’s so many pricks
I should know, they include me
It’s safer to be safe, no?
If our eyes do meet outside the flat
There’d be some inclination to speak or speak back
But we crush it without feedback required
There’d be no chat, no bad thing, no great thing
No risk, no gain lost, no failing
Same old same divides
I’m tired of seeing the same ones
Over and over again
Face to face on the bridges
So far, yet so close
You and I are the witness
So far, yet so close
And we will keep on walking
So far, yet so close
Do you say things with your eyes? I can’t tell
I’m too terrible at thin slicing
Old instincts lie hundreds of feet beneath London
No shit you and I crumble quick like custard creams and tea
Walk in your shoes? Huh? I thought we were all just «we»?
Is speech predicated on such absurdities, or certainties?
I can’t tell anymore
Might move out of London and come back as a tourist
All of us self-destruct
The city kills me, it also thrills me
I know ambivalence will eventually become enmity
You say you understand
You say in a tweet or you say it on Tumblr
Motherfucker, that’s bleak
Say it to my face if you have the chance
Unless you’re too concerned about building your brand
Private faces, public spaces
Don’t talk to me, I’m moving between phases
Much rather chat if I met you on Craigslist