Clean the slate. I need to re-erase through the haze. Another lulling gaze. Female sap. Disconnect. Appreciate today. Your company made me wholesome. Forget yesterday. Your misery made me welcome. Underneath the skin I’m blistered again. The bottom line is I don’t need your face, I don’t need your games, I don’t need your ways, I don’t need your face. I don’t need you.