End Game

I don't know who I'm shaving for
I don't know much at all no more
Don't ask me who's the president
That doesn't matter anyway
I don't care what's the day today
I'm just a fucking resident

Of course I lied, bare faced and bold
I couldn't count the lies I've told
To you and everyone you know,
My friends and family, me too.
Been over them, in love with you,
En route, just fine, ready to go.

The fantasies got more refined
Their details perfectly aligned
With what I really really lust.
My weaknesses are catered for
Much like the ones you saw before
Distilled to purest lack of trust.

The menu is repetitive
I'm kept alive but never live
The outside happens, I just sit,
The window keeps us separate
But sometimes when I'm desperate
They open it a tiny bit.

Don't visit if you only come
To sit as if I'm dead or dumb,
To take advantage of the perks.
You really shouldn't, really, no.
Feel free to just get up and go
Or crack on with the paperwork.

2015