A silent room
Your echoes over the walls
I hear you from a distance
Speaking to anyone but me
I’ll be here when you come out
A passing word or glance
An obligatory gesture thrown my way
You’ll pay your tithe and leave again
Give all of your energy to others
And at the close…I’ll get what’s left
After you’ve laughed
After you’ve yelled
After you’ve lived the way you want
I’ll be here
For what’s left over
Jan 31, 2024
Jan 31, 2024 at 8:57 PM UTC
A silent room
Your echoes over the walls
I hear you from a distance
Speaking to anyone but me
I’ll be here when you come out
A passing word or glance
An obligatory gesture thrown my way
You’ll pay your tithe and leave again
Give all of your energy to others
And at the close…I’ll get what’s left
After you’ve laughed
After you’ve yelled
After you’ve lived the way you want
I’ll be here
For what’s left over