Maybe Too Much

[snoozermoose]

Oh God
Why do I feel like crap
Don't make me envision the party
Splendid fine china
Just longing to be broken
And my mom's homemade egg rolls
Devoured without a gulp and
Blurred laughing faces
A toast to our glamour
Maybe I shouldn't have skipped it
Don't make me envision the concert
Wailing guitars and a throb
Through the floor
It's not fair
That it's not mine to hold
I vaguely want to go
Part of me is throwing myself at
The possibility of running there
If it gets me away from here
But it's below fucking freezing
And my toes are toasty where they are.
You and me
Though really
It should be
you and Me
(I don't expect you to pick up on that)
Your fingers abuzz with
Unendless conversation
WoWoMgJkLoLtTyL
Don't even try to flatter me
We're just the late night crew
Fumbling for something to say
And the blurred laughing faces
Are laughing at us.