hmm joyous, so joyous
to connect, to reflect
on certain joys, boy
am I going to miss you
and when I saw you
on the train, miss Q and we
talked about old history
it slowly came back to me
-everything-
and the river brent
it went
nowhere
it went back
to MaccyD's
orange carrier bags
yeah, at ease
but boy
did I feel awkward
when you all cried
and when my words
were lacking,
I wondered why
I felt nothing
when she must have meant
something
(to me)
(to me)
