Unfastening my head from your nowhere rambling I refuse to acknowledge my cravings for relations From my forward-faced fronting, you'd assume I am engaged I am not present, time is irrelevant I absorb your static as the pulse to my reflection I remain emotionally detached From you with no intention in establishing comfort I resort to my passive restraint-staying standoffish I'm spitting out reflexes Withdrawn from reality, I revel in memory I'm spitting out reflexes Sincerity is fleeing No sense in new greetings