I grew tired of waiting to hear from you
So I read your poetry
The book you gave me
So I could hear your voice echoing in my mind

I grew sick to my stomach as I read
Pages remain untouched
I think I'm beginning to understand
That which you would never explain

You asked us both
"What am I"
And while I wrote you pages poured from my soul
She wrote                                                I wrote
                 "you're not human                           "you're human"
                  you're emotion"      

You told me that I always have the right thing to say
                       that I always say the things you need to hear
                                                      the things no one else will tell you
You never wanted that.

A flat line leads to you 2000 miles west
                  leads to the girl you love
A flat line leads my emotions to fail
                  leading me back to how it felt to be with you