Bazooka Mirror - Major Parkinson, Sylvia Massy

Nighttime is catching up Like a broken buttercup

In my ethical assisted violence

Tears are running out of order

Why won’t you talk to me Yesterday you talked so sweet

…very little…

And a touch when we said goodbye

Talk to me

I’m just a sense of isolation

Every day

Of the week

What are you doing in my room

Talk to me Maybe we can have a conversation

Like we did…

When there was nothing else to see

Tell me, are you having fun

Even though what’s said is done

When the camera was rolling backwards

And the video director slept

(… won’t they talk to me)/(Look what they’ve done to me)

I’m looking like a broken Christmas tree

… silence

With the lights

Going out of tune

Talk to me

I miss the sense of isolation

Every day

Of every week

What are you doing in my room

Talk to me Maybe we can have a conversation

When there was nothing else to see