Sit by me silently and brush my beard. No mess to mop up from the bed today. Will we sit next door and watch the soaps? We've nothing to do and we've nothing to say. Oh, when you go... Recently, we've been somewhat volatile, and last night it starts with that joan osbourne song. I hate it anyway, but you made it worse. I know why you laughed and you should know you were wrong. Oh, when you go... Bird number one taught me I shouldn't trust, that's why I find unfounded doubts abound. But number two proved that with none, we've nothing. And now I'm only happy when you're not around. Oh, when you go...

She lives and laughs until she cries But love-heart shades hide ember eyes In sunlit selfies, teeth and tan A garish drink, a well-toned man But when the sun has turned its back And shadow sharpens its attack Her muscle memory kicks in To lacerate her paper skin She reads the words that fathers, husbands, sons and brothers said But there's no knowing what is going on inside another head She is a ghost, she's an echo And they can't help if they don't know But the day is coming Soon she'll be bare and unknown On a walk in the park in the dark all alone Her key's in her bag, her earbuds full blast To drown out the birds, disposition downcast And she'll call it bliss They said beware of strangers, but now that's all we are Rolling real-time autofiction, reveries with avatars I'm what I think you think I am The same voice sings a different song A hundred billion neurons making it up as they go along I don't know what you know, I know what I believe I know what I can give But I don't know what you receive The knives are sharpened, pistols drawn The boys warm up and flex their brawn Soon hearts are broken, points are scored It's just some banter when they're bored They've always been there, they're not new But now they've got a good venue Let's hope the day is coming When you'll be bare and unknown On a walk in the park in the dark all alone Your key's in your bag, your earbuds full blast To drown out the birds, disposition downcast And you will call it bliss Cowards under camouflage Lobbing hate-bombs, hurling jeers Faceless brutes and bigots Revealing all their boyhood fears Hostility, fragility Rejected, vengeful tattletales We built another world But history and hate prevail