No Eye Contact

I want it out Of my mind You don't, you don't, you don't even see me I've been, I've been, I've been, digging my nails in While you eat blueberry cobbler in my kitchen Pay no attention Ask no questions Are you even here? Such high hopes I knew I'd let myself down Because the waiting and the texting Makes projection so much easier Complexity avoided Keep it stuck in ice And touch yourself to sleep at night No eye contact I can't tell if we are Momentarily connected Disappointed That it breaks instead of bends The cost, the cost of hope Is learning that Everything ends And you have to start again