talking heads

honestly
you can’t listen to
what they say about me
i never could tell them
anything interesting
/
we don’t think alike
they’re talking heads
to them i’m boring
to me they’re dead
talking is.. wasting breath
/
how ‘bout that weather!
they had sex!?
how ‘bout that weather!
bowl of dicks
/
they’ve never met me
and i’ve never fit in
/
they’ve never met me
i’ve never met them

The End

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