Same again next week? I tell you I miss you. The flesh and blood robot. The skin mechanic. The break in a song.
I still try to work out how you slotted so seamlessly into the guise you wear now, how did it happen and when did it happen? I must of missed it when I was busy staring at my scars. Or maybe I was staring at the sky, it's all the same to me (you're not the same to me).
You and me.
Sometimes listening to a song on repeat eats up the soul in the best way. I'm not sure when I became a pink type of person.