Unfastening my head from your nowhere rambling
I refuse to acknowledge my cravings for relations
From my forward-faced fronting, you'd assume I am engaged
I am not present, time is irrelevant
I absorb your static as the pulse to my reflection
I remain emotionally detached
From you with no intention in establishing comfort
I resort to my passive restraint-staying standoffish
I'm spitting out reflexes
Withdrawn from reality, I revel in memory
I'm spitting out reflexes
Sincerity is fleeing
No sense in new greetings
