there is a buffet of unkept promises underneath your bed
and you feast on it constantly:  that must be what keeps you alive.
hiding in your room forever, a glutton.  
i starve over here, cause words are hard to come by and i do everything i say i will,
which leaves me looking underneath my bed for the next meal.
and i want so bad to be free,
to be near you,
to know what the hell i want.
drive past your house because i want to catch a glimpse of what keeps you alive,
locked away deep inside.
and you car stays in the same spot ever day and i am relieved.
as if you are staying in there just for me
and not for the all you can eat buffet