When I cannot think of what to write,
I read what you already have.
And it makes me angry,
in a helpless sort of way.
We all seem so depressing, gathered here together,
like we're kept here away from everything else.
And I listen to the old songs,
just to see if they still set my chest on fire.
Are we all stuck in a limbo between seconds, trying to move on,
or is that rude,
because it's just me?
i am pretty rude sometimes.