| june II... passing through the door wanting to smoke a cigarette biting the tips of your silence off like the heads of doves (wasn't that ozzy?) sitting across from you well next, not really across and i'll put my pain to bed now toss and turn it i haven't been able to sleep that well without you which is funny cause i never slept with you gripping the edges of the doorframe fall to the ground you didn't look up and what if i had? i think sometimes, if somethinghorriblereallyhappened (to me) you didn't look up so i hear you hate me now? |