Your glass cheeks
All I've seen for weeks
Robotic tones
Come through the phone
So far away from home
I want to breathe
Your poisoned air
I'm scared
To never see your
Pixelated skin again
Your paintings on my wall
I stare at them all
Waiting for a call
Lying on the floor
My body against yours
Hands spin for hours and hours
I want to breathe
Your poisoned air
I'm scared
To never see your
Pixelated skin again