No one actually means anything to anyone.

Sick-handed shock-faced idiot I am
Weeping all over this house.

Unformed ants with white bulbous heads feel for me
They wonder why I push my head against the floor
And look for things that aren't me.

We all want to see our reflection in others
Beautiful wank-faced strangers
Please me.

But when I see that there is nothing between us
I'll pack up all my things, give everything to my sister
And find silence.