Addictions Are Private

Am I being loved

By under-estimating fools

With a certain distaste

For progression and the new

Like the negative photograph

You see when you close your eyes

Slips away in a moment or two

You don't get me, do you?

I didn't really put myself out

But I fulfilled my expectations

Perhaps it didn't feel so grand

Neither was it so convincing

In dreams I've seen all of these things

Now it seems as if I was awake

And they were human beings

Changing by the hour

While I stayed here all day

Now there's just a few

That makes any sense

Of all these objects viewed

Through the palm of my hand

To leave this room

Means going straight

Out of fiction and into the great

Sentimental truth

Singing little clichés

Though I am not in love

Failing to define

What I'm thinking of

Dreaming that I speak of

Things I cannot say

Hiding in my pockets

Well, all addictions are private anyway