It's so strange Detached-ness When books are more human than people And the people you try to be human to push you away So you just coast, people still like you, just not specifically more than anyone else And then you realize it's kind of nice To not be depended on But I'm going to a play tomorow With someone who hasn't ever pushed me away Or brushed me off like an annoying fly She, and my brother, they really care about me And that's nice too To have friends