Reverse Narcissism

Don't ye hate it when you cut yourself off...

Isn't it Incestual
When the morning you wake me up
Stuck in a haze of mischief
My body tumbles and stretches

You're looking at me
My eyes looking in mine
I despise you
You adore me

I adore me, and I don't.
You can't touch yet I can
Humming them promises in a tomb
And