I've been walking up to people who are talking and throwing into the conversations "...now that she's eating for two...", winking, tapping my nose, then walking away.
When I was born there were 4 billion people on the planet.
When I turn 50 there will be 8 billion. They will all bow to me. How small does small talk have to be? I only ask because I am honestly going to throw boiling water on the next person who asks, "Coffee time?" while I'm making a coffee.
Oh boy, I'm feeling surprisingly lost on my own
I need an intervention with the other square pegs Sometimes enthralled Sometimes I stall Sometimes a vortex of pain Nobody looks for the light unless they're in the dark Regretting all the furniture I wish you'd known that I'm not stronger than you That's not what it's about Sometimes I fall It's not hard to feel Autumnal Sometimes a vortex of pain Nobody looks for the light unless they're in the dark Barking shins baying at the moon |
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