counts_fireflys (counts_fireflys) wrote,

is this what it's all about?

 if a boy likes me a lot
and starts getting real nervous
and suddenly begins asking me funny questions
and looks sad if I give the wrong answers
and he says things like,
"Do you think it's going to rain?"
and I say, "It beats me,"
and he says, "Oh,"
and looks a little sad
at the clear blue California sky,
I think: Thank God, it's you, baby, this time
instead of me.
i never wanted to say goodbye
i'd throw myself to the sea
if god promised you're inside
we'd floa to island paradise


In an effort to get people to look into each other's eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the governmetn has decided to allot each person exactly a hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the restaurant I point at the chicken noodle soup. I am adjusting well to new way. 
Late at night, I call my long distance lover, proudly say I only used-fifty nine today. I saved the rest for you. When she doesn't respond, I know she's used up all her words, so i slowly whisper I love you thirty-two and a third times. After that, we just sit on the line and listen to each other breathe.


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