thinking of you, too

I creep and crawl like a creature that's in the back of the theater
I did it all just to meet her, ideally, it would be mutual
But I'm no longer human and I lost all of my features
And she don't look the same either, I didn't know to pretend it
I couldn't measure the distance between the screen and her fingers
How could I know what she wanted when I can't make my decisions without getting torn to pieces?