Nathan Swiss - Infection

We fucked in the kitchen, showered together
Washed off the attachment, and dressed for the weather
And now your affection
Is like an infection

I want to see you
Look right through me
Find something so awful
That it's hard to believe

You want words for the feeling, but how can I say it?
I bailed on you last night, just to stare at the ceiling
I'm ugly on the inside
Am I infected?

Empty spaces
Need not be filled
Restless tension
Captured on film

Pose for the camera, a smile made of glass
Cracked and distracted, by the rotting of your flesh
And the fear of rejection, is all you have left
And the thought of perfection
Is like an infection

Written by:
Nathan Chard

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