by Noise Pollution

I don’t know who you are

but I can’t go very far

without falling apart

you are, you are

just an image of you

I wish I could see through

you are just what you do

and you do, you do

it’s all according to plan

well, I do what I can

but you know I can’t stand

who I am, and I am

just an image of me


I am so ill-conceived

Can’t you see, can’t you see?

Like a constellation

I am just what you perceive

a collection of points

across a vast and empty sea

and I tried to look inward

but there’s nothing inside me

So don’t tell me that you fucking understand

who I am

I wouldn’t do that to you.