weird science
if i look to my right theres a memory of you starring back at me with a blank face. you weren't doing it deliberatly, just spacing out. you laugh and take a drag of your cigarette, i always loved the smell of this. i caught us just now with our eyes peeled to the smoke rings and the lines they made right before they drifted off into nothingness. i've been wondering if my phones ringing and i can't believe i told you everything just now, shh its a secret. but you wouldn't have said anything if you didn't want me to ask, right? if i look to my left its you typing on someone else's computer. but the page would never load, shitty old computer. we had stopped for a breather, couldn't calm my nerves for shit. i remember i wanted to call him while we were laying there, just wanted to see if he was alright. but your hands stopped me and pulled me back to reality, or was it something else. and now, when i look forward, my mouth is bleeding bad but theres nothing i'm going to do about it. i've missed you, i've missed every inch of you. its better when we're alone, its like old times again. me, you, the quiet aspects of this god awful haunted house. its not the same when they get home though, even though we've been begging someone to be here. i want him home now, i want him here. if i look out the door now, theres a face.