I don't know why
you won't talk to me
You were drunk that night
on a mattress in a sweltering room
It was July
Did you even mean it?
I can still taste you.
I wish I had a nice voice
So I could sing this out loud
There's something to be said for feeling alone
but I wish I knew the right words to say to you.
But I don't
I don't know why I even bothered staying here.
It must be this sense of anomie;
I'm drowning in my ennui
once again