Recently I have spent more time horizontal than vertical
Head on the pillow back to my bed
Phone in hand and watching the fake lives of fake characters go about there day getting to know them so well I can predict there every move
I'm the best kinda friend I watch and listen never interrupt or speak out of line

The light flickers through my window as the breeze blows the trees round and round
The world outside fly by without me in it no picture on my walls of us getting older my room froze in time
Like no days have passed
Well outside people grow
old leaves change colour and fall to the ground children grow and climb one branch higher
well my friends eventually end and I have to wait months for them to come back or actually say goodbye
I move on to the next group taking a while to get to know them sometimes getting bored and changing again

The light calls me whispers through the breeze to go outside but my head is glued to the pillow my back stuck to my bed I don't think I have the strength to rip them off and start again