Compassion Fashion

If you were really smart you'd know what to do. If you were to relax for once, who would you snuggle up too? I've got my findings all kept tight, tied up in my tin box. That shelter trip reminded me, you've got me all locked up. It's not yesterday anymore. We can visit and try to make ourselves disappear in front of the mirror, but we haven't been this close before. Meet you there all over again, like something i knew was new. Right now, I'm working hard. I'm busy making plans. I'm counting my hairs that stood when you stare. All the girls will talk, but I'm not a fucking hippie. I've got one love. All the others are just holes. It's all the logic i know, so speak your concerns and get the conflict out of my face. It's a sensation of empty fulfilment. Like still being hungry after a meal. I'm not happy, or poor. My state of mind has no capital meetings. I don't care about other peoples problems anymore.