11-03-05 - 20:15
You walk out of the room like there's nothing less important than me
I am less than a fly on a wall
I am a fly between the storm doors
to you
Your life is so important
Everything preceeds me
I beg and plead then nag for your affection
I haven't seen it in three months
I heard you complaining about that the other day
about having to take care of business by yourself
really? did you ask me?
It hurts when I am last place
always minutes after the bell
I can't pick up the slack
I amthe slack
You fend off questions like drips of sweat from your forehead
I don't need to know too much
I don't want too much
but I am asking for the wold
I am being bold
and you are not listening
again
