Awkwardness at the lunch table
By VagrantGypsy
I sit and stare at my phonebook All the names that never make my phone sing; All the names I don’t care to dial And the ones I am forbidden to because that's what life makes people sometimes; Prohibited I get so frustrated when I talk with you Because you don’t understand and you won’t hear me, But how can I get mad when I speak in a tongue of metaphors Your unopened mind can’t comprehend I just want to know what it is you’re running from, What happening in your past has made you this way? I know you have the answer, you just don’t understand that you do But you will, because life is like that It forces you to question things you refuse to believe even exists I just don’t understand why you say I’m everything but treat me like I’m nothing And why that makes me cry I want to turn and walk away, in fact, I want to run to somewhere better But then I think of what the awkwardness at the lunch table the next day would sound like And that I’m too stubborn to face my fears of the day we fall apart and There's no more lunch table to worry about Written January 30th, 2002 © on Feb 03 2002 12:25 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I sit and stare at my phonebook..."