If I were reading the signs

I would sit back and piece together a portrait
but the likeness would be off

"Only let him pass by with the indifference of a saint
For your indifference is better than legions of admirers
Your earbuds hiss a tuneless pulse
Your casually tousled hair enchants
Your pretensions pour out like shampoo kicked over in the shower
Therefore they cannot help but love you"

you could draw me along in your wake
but my hooves can't hold a paint brush 
so instead of trying I will go
see about the laundry.