Wrong Side of the Screen

(Apologies - very cussy lyrics! I ate an entire bar of Irish Spring soap to repent.)

tappity tap
tappity tap
fingers on the glass

how did you end up in
this goddamn rat trap
with your head stuffed
up your a–

you dreamt a picture
with you a fixture
in a world perfect serene
and now your trapped here
so f––in raptured
on the wrong side of the screen

fog
delaying the brainwaves
it resides where the truth lay
and truth is like glue
I see right through
it don’t come from you