Bazooka Mirror

Nighttime is catching up
Like a broken buttercup
In my ethical assisted violence
Tears are running out of order

Why won't you talk to me
Yesterday you talked so sweet
Very little
And a touch when we said goodbye

Talk to me
I'm just a sense of isolation
Every day
Of the week
What are you doing in my room

Talk to me
Maybe we can have a conversation
Like we did

When there was nothing else to see

Tell me, are you having fun
Even though what's said is done
When the camera was rolling backwards
And the video director slept

(Won't they talk to me)
(Look what they've done to me)
I'm looking like a broken Christmas tree
Silence
With the lights
Going out of tune

Talk to me
I miss the sense of isolation
Every day
Of every week
What are you doing in my room

Talk to me
Maybe we can have a conversation

When there was nothing else to see