Do you like my shirt?
You ask
Pulling the last piece of white fur
From the black shoulder
I thought about it
Sure maybe
I like black
I guess
Do you like that show?
You write
I consider the proposition
Remember a funny line or two
Yeah it’s pretty good
It makes me laugh
Sometimes
I guess
What about Celebrity A?
You say
I think I remember who that is
I think
The brunette on the right?
In that dress?
Mmmhhmm
She’s alright
I say
There was something she was in
Though I can’t quite remember what
That was pretty good
I guess
In the next breath
You asked another question
A bit off topic if you ask me
But with an easy answer
Do you love me?
You ask
And to that I say
Simply
Without a guess
Yes, yes, yes

I wonder what you saw in my eyes
that always made you smile
and look away

Nothing good ever happens there,

The kids go there to smoke,
The drunks go there to fight,
And, well, everyone else avoids it.
Except for kids like me,
Who go there to die,
and never come back.

Every town has that place,
Nothing good ever happens there.
Stay away.

For once, I want to say
why not?
Instead of always asking
why?
I'm sick of this
perpetual fear.
Just let me say
*why not?