On Something I Shouldn t Consider

Well I don't want this, I don't need this,
But you're so porcelain when you see me.
Inside my life-repellent goggles
The inner glass is very steamy

All of a sudden. I am trying
To dim the disrespectful beaming.
The magnet that's in my breast pocket
Will send you drawing in, careening.

I only care to have the feeling.
It does a very good job being
The theater of my day-dreaming.


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