I don't know why its necessary for me to talk to you
but I sit there
and you sit there
talking and I sorta listen
I don't have much to say but
oh
you don't seem to mind
you tell me your dreams your desires your fears
its hot and its the afternoon
I can hear a fly buzzing and I feel sweat on my forehead
I don't have much to say but
oh
you don't seem to mind
but I sit there
and you sit there
talking and I sorta listen
but I'm alone
and you don't exist

11/07/2012

Posted on 11/07/2012
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