I left her things right where they were on the floor on my knees Praying to a video screen till my eyes turn red (Like a wildfire in the valley) I see slow motion these days No cigarette on my bed I know I can shapeshift someday And break out of my head Digital nostalgia I kept her picture in a portrait lock Her fingerprint and everything still works on the dot She pops up all over on my cam roll since October of 2016 I was 19 New kid on the campus. Transfer and I landed From the prairie state She never saw the half of it I never kicked the habit of Pushing, pulling myself ahead I wish I'd stop trying to be who I think you want me to be Flashes of your eyes pressed into my mind Every moment, every memory on these video screens I can feel you, I can touch you if I don't look away I could reach out but you won't be on the other side anyways.