So this was the pleasure delay
The milking of time spread weeks
Spent listening to messages
And blank red blinks
Spent oblivion in the longing of the week
Chasing the time listening to silence
And glaring yellow lights
Wanting something, anything
To silence this night wandering
Wondering, loving the lust
And wondering if this would ever shed
My loneliness’ – I think you’ve found somebody else.
and I think I need somebody new.
I say this to myself…but I sure could use some convincing.