disquieting I don't want to like someone new And I don't want to go on holiday And I don't want to do my brother's homework I don't want to hang out at K's house and not be able to smoke I don't want to sleep I don't want to do the dishes I don't want to sing back up I don't want to do anything I don't want to do And I don't know what I want to do Do addiction's work? Do you really get filled up or forgetful for a while? They don't for me I just feel almost silly Maybe almost is enough for some people to keep chasing it that way Maybe I'm picky Or maybe I'm addicted to something less conventional Like conversation, the unexpectedly comfortable kind --- There are so many things I want to live with only certain people Because their laugh in that moment is going to be soul shattering And because they know the face to put on when watching a play and they'll get lost with me And right now, you're the one I want to be quiet with You took that spot away from people who were handling it really well And it isn't quiet with them anymore It's loud. Your ghost is unbearably loud. |