Lyrics

Everyone looks ugly when they're close enough to kiss We notice all the details that we missed from a distance But a face is not supposed to suffer eyes within an inch We shut them by custom, because ignorance is bliss Porous skin or wax-caked make-up The scent and taste of foreign breath From across the room, their features drew you closer But proximity spells death To Illusion Even my close friends fall victim to this parallax Whatever was attractive quickly cracks from overexposure Suddenly I hate a man I've loved for many years An uncanny valley filled with beer yawns between us... "What do you see when you look at me This person that you think you know? We are both Chasms, covered with blank canvas And the light that shines between us is The glow of our projections." Knowing this, I've tried to allow People close to me to be free Of Expectation, and Disappointment But they just wind up disappointed in me How can I see clearly Once I've learned to stop projecting What I want to see on people? All that's left is there projections... And though they flatter and inflate My bloated sense that I am great The distorted loop of self-reflection Forms a glaze of disconnection You're opaque to me, you're a question I don't even think to ask Who and where are you, Chasm, what do you see? Please help me escape this echo chamber cave, this lonesome, palatial open grave, this imperceptibly slow-motion, ever cresting, impermanent wave called "Me" We're in two cars in thick fog, idling on a road that's been broken We are facing each other across a drawbridge stuck open I can't see you, but I can hear you, leaning on your horn I honk back, then decide to relax, so I turn up the radio The signal is strong, and it's a good song, so I sing along Maybe it's impossible to bridge this Cosmic gap Maybe all there is, is Sex and other traps and brief distractions If that's the case, I guess we'll have to settle for the best that it gets, for a moment we'll forget this Separation Everyone looks ugly when they're close enough to kiss And luckily for me I'm into Ugliness So let's play the genetic lottery, and lose, and be Fuck You's To the Culture and its victims who'd refuse us