Love Takes a Taxi, a Young Man Drives

Sitting in silence among grey matter like a tenacious speck of dirt in an unlucky eyeball, serving no purpose beyond causing slight discomfort and frustration. Just marinating, biding time, in no hurry to somehow bring an end to a torturous reign of mixed signals and seemingly arbitrary allowances. The unsuspecting, guiltless face is an utterly seamless facade hiding either great wealth to be protected or ugly dark corners that, if I'm lucky, I'll never get the chance to see. I've lost several fingernails trying to find a crease, a small crack in the foundation, a gap in the many layers that hang behind kaleidoscope irises like white sheets draped over an Italian leather sofa.

Too many accidental song references one sentence.