You don’t owe me a word
So thanks for them anyway
The hand-me-down sentiments
Donations of borrowed sorrow to say
I’m sorry
That’s all the sorry that I can spare
Enough to split me at the seams
And lay my grateful guts bare
Because the silences
Know it was me who invited them in
To wordlessly bare down
On me barricaded inside my skin
Pleading with bouncing dots
Non-sound of your keys typing
Hopping like karaoke cues
Across nothing to sing
Up on a cocktail stage
Caught in an awkward wait
Through empty side of the slumped duet
That I put us down for before work called and you left
But I don’t know anyone here
And that sometimes sucks
But it always means that I’m free and I’m clear
I can get real sad and not give a fuck
And wail my parts on the trash inside
And just feel hurt best I can
Quit Vision 