Ornamental

I see you see things different to me
I see you see no problem
Behind the eyes that crystalise
And dilate and dilute the conversation
I hear your voice in a different key
Way below my frequency
I tune you in and tune you out
Of this space that I’ve made
A vacuum that you filled too soon
Since I last saw you the gloss has turned to matte
And although you look puzzled there’s a reason for that
For you seem to be mindless of how far you can fall
Add the value of nothing to the cost of it all
And the fact and the fiction are what separate us here
I feel your touch and it’s troubling me
Handshake mediocrity
A token grasp offered way too fast
Far too quick off the mark for comfort
I seek your rage just to know you’re still there
Sometimes to check you still care
I look for clues and look for signs
In the cuts and the lines of this landscape
Let’s escape
So you were given fair warning but you wouldn’t be told
That everything that glitters just simply ain’t gold
And you search around blameless for the answer to ‘why?'
Leaving the ones that adored you hung up to dry
And your conscience and guilt are what separate us here
Heavy band in the middle of your hand
Keeps them all guessing somehow
They don’t understand — it’s not when but now
For down the line and the passing of time
Hears the hum of the crowd
Reduce to a murmur
By indecision
So we plunge headlong into a room full of sighs
Knowing trust is just hope in a different guise
And it seems as though our efforts have all gone to waste
So let’s speak in hushed tones and lower case
For we’re nobodies fools but everyone is fooled round here