the awkward silence,
like the voice of my shadow.
she sits across from me,
but all we talk about is nothing.
feeling anxious and sick,
like an escaped patient out of bedlam.
a faux...
"cough. cough."
to break the silence.
she stares at a guy walking by,
as i become john lennon.
all we need now is alcohol,
and i'd become more social than a *****.
like the voice of my shadow.
she sits across from me,
but all we talk about is nothing.
feeling anxious and sick,
like an escaped patient out of bedlam.
a faux...
"cough. cough."
to break the silence.
she stares at a guy walking by,
as i become john lennon.
all we need now is alcohol,
and i'd become more social than a *****.
