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we used to wake up
together
in the same bed --
the futon from the living room,
the air mattress was dead --
but there was
nowhere to go
there nothing to do
in our small room,
so we'd just
talk all day
about how good we are
at playing pretend.
real grown-ups!
with real grown-up ideas
to bitch about
when we go out to bars
and then later
i read to you
Rip Van Winkle
while you take a bath
in the bathroom
And Hey No Thanks
& no thank you
i can't make myself care
about having clean pores.
and you could spend hours
just looking into mirrors
as i watch
it all pass me by.
(boy, i really learnt my lesson this time.)
And the prophets
they're talking to me again
about shame and
being content
but that's just
probably in my head
and i'm doing horrible
things to myself
when i think of you
as if you're thinking of me now
-- living in a different city
going with a different crowd --
cause you gave up
and i guess that's just fine
it's not like i ever
thought you were mine.
and now
we
don't ever speak
we take showers instead
and just go to sleep
and when we wake
up
it's with different men
i don't think i can
ever see you again.
no, i never want to see you again.