what’s the point to all this drama
if neither of us leave fulfilled
what’s the point to all this back and forthing
where everything’s concealed
the night we walked through words together
you kissed me at the door
maybe then you said goodbye
but i didn’t listen anymore
do you get empty, do you get angry
all these smoke-filled promises
i know this path ends a ways up the road
so tell me again why we’re on it?(because I always
follow my nose)
we wander out into the dusk
looking for a friend and a drink
nobody likes to spend evenings alone
with nothing to do but think
maybe we’re just trying to kill
the endless time that starts at five
and goes forever into the night
when you can’t even tell you’re alive
(and if the people we find aren’t the right ones
when nobody’s watching
i’d rather smell you on my sheets
than detergent.)
it’s not that i want to be
the person i am around you
it’s just that i can’t help wanting to do
all the things that we do
and i always
follow my nose
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