CERAMIC      I keep expecting you to wither up and fade away   I keep expecting to find myself   in this clouded haze of gray   it seems the more that I want you here   the less you stay   the longer I know you the more I find to hate   I keep expecting to find in you some   temporary sanctity   I keep expecting to break through in the   hope of a reckoning   it seems there really is no for real cuz you’re so fake   the longer I know you the more I find to hate   I HATE YOU      show your face show me something   I keep building it up is this all for nothing      I keep telling myself you’ll diffuse my confusion   I keep expecting to resist but I always seem   to give in   the closer I get to you the more you hesitate   the longer I know you the more I find to hate