She's waking up, and already in his head,
Lucidly in hers as I go to bed,
a different world apart,
it's cold and her coffee is hot,
it's hot and he cant bring his Polar Pop back,
from the mini mart,
both dancing to obscure tunes of knowledge,
both hanging onto,
but jumping off incredible ledges,
to what?
Whatever everyone seems to have so whatever figured out,
she reveals her smiles through a new different colored pout,
and he hides his smiles in words,
that get jumbled in your jaw,
they can only see what they saw,
in text messages and telephone towers,
as if being worlds apart gave them super powers,
she was dead living,
he was living dead,
worlds apart,
waking and going to bed.