Tell Me
March.15.2oo7

Tell me that you're listening because
I won't be listening to myself
Am I going on too much?
I know it doesn't matter as I examine the lines
Too far apart and sketchy, different styles, sizes
It's a too much for me sickly ill sort of pang in my gut
If I tried I could hate everything I've ever done
If I didn't try at all I'd hate myself
I'm not sure what that means or what I'm doing
Make this make sense when I need it to
Because everything is distorted when you're alone
On your own, am I the only one who thinks this way?
Tell me you're listening, but not because
It's what I need to hear. I don't want to bet the fool anymore
Am I too picky maybe?
The fools have the most fun, I suppose, after all
That could never be what I want.
Say I'm something special
No one thinks like that anymore
Left behind in the cobwebs of my room
Maybe it's all my own fault that things are...
That life is...
I never wanted my life to change, but I never knew
What it was either, and it's drifting farther
Tell me I'm not pathetic, because
It's when I believed