Sunday, February 12, 2006
will you talk to me about yourself
i just want to fill up the air
i won't listen i just want to feel
like i'm having a conversation
because maybe that'll translate
into some kind of stupid thing
like i think that's what they call
company?
i'll stare at you and pretend to
listen, and the colours around me
are bleeding, they're bleeding
and the clouds are swirling
its all white and a mash of colours
i can't hear you but i think you know
that it doesn't matter
i just need you to be here
we can fake the rest of this conversation
later
when words will start to actually matter
i hope they never do
i just need you to hold my hand
don't you know if you take my hand
i will know you'll on my side
then it won't matter what you say
even as this world fades away
and the colours recede, corrode, erode
and it will, but you're holding my hand
and i forget what i'm saying too
does it matter?debbie at 11:26 AM