Listen to the same song over and over. Wave your arms to call attention to your invisibility. Demand that your nonchalance be rewarded for it's exceptional ...nonchalant-ness. Look at how much I'm not looking at you. See me not pushing the button over and over when the elevator doesn't show up right away.
Look in the mirror. Stare at the moon.
wonder why it's not working
wonder why it's not working
wonder why it's not working
For the past couple of weeks, a handful of stray cats have been showing up on your porchstep to eat the food that you put out every morning for the only one who didn't leave. The only problem is that the ones that have been showing up look exactly like the ones who left, even though you know it's not really them at all.
Call them by the old names. Pretend you can pick right up where you left off. Scratch the ears of the milkwhite tabby that looks exactly like the one you put to sleep six years ago. Miss the days when things didn't get sick and you didn't have to make decisions that you didn't want to. Pet him on the head, stroke his belly. Drive him to the vet because it's the best thing to do and then cry like a baby because you don't have the power to make it better, only understanding enough to make it stop.
Put out the food, watch the ghost eat.
Start
the
song
again.
Look in the mirror. Stare at the moon.
wonder why it's not working
wonder why it's not working
wonder why it's not working
For the past couple of weeks, a handful of stray cats have been showing up on your porchstep to eat the food that you put out every morning for the only one who didn't leave. The only problem is that the ones that have been showing up look exactly like the ones who left, even though you know it's not really them at all.
Call them by the old names. Pretend you can pick right up where you left off. Scratch the ears of the milkwhite tabby that looks exactly like the one you put to sleep six years ago. Miss the days when things didn't get sick and you didn't have to make decisions that you didn't want to. Pet him on the head, stroke his belly. Drive him to the vet because it's the best thing to do and then cry like a baby because you don't have the power to make it better, only understanding enough to make it stop.
Put out the food, watch the ghost eat.
Start
the
song
again.
[Listening to: Bjork, "It's in Our Hands"]
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