I saw you, just standing there
Your eyes were kind of closed
You were playing with your hair.
You asked me what to do
But got angry with me when
I said I didn't care.
'Go away' and all of that.
Oh how unfair! you cry
But why should I be fair?
We tripped the wire
And ran from the alarm
Down those stairs, my legs were shaking.
If only I hadn't stopped breathing
After I saw you
Then maybe my chest wouldn't be heaving.
Breathing tends to cause problems
Anyway that's not the point
I'm making.
Let's just be friends
With other people
This isn't working, sorry.
What do we want to be?
Yeah we are grown ups now
That day has come and gone.
What do we do now?
Sick of all of the highs
Only makes me low.
What can we say now?
Sick of all of the lies
That no one else will know.
* found, on scrap paper, no date. added to the pile of words and notes that i keep in an old shoebox called therapy.
