I have become acquainted with The back of your head The view from outside I once was the only one allowed inside What we want Our breath as the open sky The spark in the firefly Am I alone to think we’ll get What we want It goes somehow darkly That’s nothing to do with me It’s in our hands All that energy All those years have come to this For me Don’t know what, don’t know what I don’t know what you want anymore In the bathroom Like a statue In the mirror he looks just like you With the fan on Can’t hear you Amazing what one can get used to And you ask with a smirk What do you want? And I lifted my skirt so nonchalant This could turn into something But I need my options open