It’s clean. It’s dead. White wall in my head I’m not sick. I’m just... calibrated to Love to return. Don’t forget ... to take your shoes off. Certified. Sterilized. Your touch approved — strictly clinical. Love to return. I’m out of sync, I miss the xradar. Wrong frequency, I jam the scanner. Living in the now, no buffer, sometime return. Locked in a childhood I’m forced to relearn. Love to return. You liked the spines of the books I never opened. You liked the fact that I hang on to the monday. Like a cheap suit, I grip it tight... I can’t read the recipes on the White.---. But I’m strong enough... To stomach the trick. I’m out of sync, I miss the x radar. Wrong frequency, I jam the scanner. Living in the now, no buffer, sometime return. Locked in a childhood I’m forced to relearn. You count the seconds like expired pills. Everything works, but nothing heals. I smile on cue, pre-approved grin, A perfect fault in a perfect skin. The lights don’t flicker, the room complies, I sign the form, I normalize. I pass the test, I learn the rule, How to look human. How to stay useful. The service in this place is absolutely terrible. It’s clean. It’s dead. It’s in my head. No dust in the air, no bridges to burn, Just a hypoallergenic love to return. Hang on to the night. Just hang on. Authorization: Denied.
