| Sad |
| Why must you crack your bones like that? Its as if your body is an oversized sheet of bubble wrap on which you must pop every... And oh by the way, Why do you have to sit there so quietly when I try to fight with you? It's like you're the phone booth on Aster St. that I covered in orange graffiti that time. And while we're on the subject, Why is it you don't call me anymore? Its almost like your phone was disconnected because your sugar daddy forgot to pay the bill. And since you brought it up, This sugar daddy thing really upsets me. You should only need him if you and I are as broken up as you keep trying to say we are, like the Madonna CD in my car witht he scratch halfway through Crazy for You so that she keeps repeating "what I'm dying to say" until I skip to the next track. And finally, Why do I continue crying over you, three years later? Why did you have this effect on me and how could you forget me as easily as the flavor of ice cream Sally ordered in that movie we saw together back in 1992. Back when... I wasn't sad. |
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