Cicada

One, two, three, four

Look at your reflection

I see nothing, I see nothing

You've successfully receded

From the surface recognition

But even though I don't know what you look like in the present tense

The feeling of you haunts me and I know that I can recognize that

Well, now it seems like you got

Everything you wanted

Step down from the big leagues

Only play for tokens

But even though I don't know what you're doing in your day-to-day

I see you on another plane and I know that we are not the same

I recognize your picture even years later

Would you still want me? Twisted brain feeder

See me outside on Ludlow or Vine

A hand on my face, the sun in my eyes

I know all the places your memory haunts

I feel you around me, I know what you want

And I can play dumb, but you can see through me

Ten-thousand cicadas descend on Cincinnati