But I understand your aversion to knowledge,
do you understand my aversion to social garbage?
I understand your need to feel loved,
do you understand my need to be loved only by the utterness of a sincerity with burnt bridges? A sincerity that can’t look back, go back or want back?
I understand your need for material to make you better than the person next to you,
do you understand my disdain for material that makes someone feel less than another?
So I guess, in reality, call me as pompous, arrogant, distant as you want, I guess we’re not even.