Mental tirades play out
Behind dilated pupils
And blank expressions..
I say hello and how's the latest you been up to?
But I'm pounding my fists on your chest
wondering If it'll ever be less true..
That you don't think I'm worth a second
Fine, I think I finally get it
this turmoil is nothing more than a stipend I'm owed
I always decide ; I'm over it
Then you walk in the door.