am I there?
can you hear me?
I guess not, wouldn’t matter if it was
’cause no one’s listening
it’s funny, I can say what I want
no one’s laughing, but it’s funny
I wonder what it’s like, to be in the circle
to live and dance and drink
and hold each other and laugh about it?
what is it like to have people listen?
hand onto your words and call you up
and arrive on your doorstep, just because
am I real? do people know me?
I’ve just started into the mirror for an hour
or maybe the mirror stared into me
(ooh that’s a good one, put that in)
I might take all the glass out of my house
is it vampires that don’t have reflections?
anyway, just checking in,
on the surface anyway.
I’ll say that I’m fine, althought
I’m not fine but that’s not what you asked
and you don’t have the time to care.
Life is so busy now! I know!
The kids are so big!
Today I sat on the kitchen floor and
fucking screamed!
I lost 3 hours of the day doing it
they grow up so fast.
I’m like a shadow, or an imprint,
I disappear in the dark
and am eclipsed by you in the light.
am I real?
who knows. who cares?
we should get a drink some time.
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