WEIRD
He makes me feel weird
And not so much a good thing
But I'm not sure if it's bad.
I really don't know.
I hate that angry face.
I see so many.
Too many.
With his smile I feel so whole
That piece that's missing, filled.
But last night, that face, those eyes.
Listening to the angry voice of Tom Delonge
I did not recognize him.
No, I didnt.
And did the dialtone calm my fears?
The silence that drowned out the music,
Was it the right purpose?
The fears that broke my heart
Did gently rock me to sleep
Last night.
And tore me awake to "no missed calls."