I don’t have anything for you today; I’m totally alone in my skin.
Whoever was here is gone; I’m into other arms now.
I don’t have time for listening; not listening, I have no time.
The soundtrack plays as my eyes are seeing twenty years ago.
O hai, that’s the door over there. It works. You came in that way.
Birds can hear approaching thunder. I hear you walking away.
This will pass, this will all pass. It will pass, in time, it will pass.
I need to find that memory, talk to it, and make it go away.