Right now I'm supposed to be doing something else
Anything else really
Maybe listening to you talk
Caring about “where my life’s going to go”
I don’t know it’s just something about you
Don’t get me wrong
You’re a great person and all
But something about your voice
And this conversation
Makes me want to slam a door on my head repeatedly
And the minutes feel like years
I swear the clock has never moved so slow
Like the hands are snails trying to see which one can slide the slowest
to get to an event they didn’t want to go to in the first place
Like me walking to you this morning
Not to sound rude or anything