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.