The t.v.'s blaring from the other room-
Laughter spills from the tube.
There's nothing I can do-
I'm alone again around you.
You never seem to care
That I am not really there;
With no time left to spare
You love that pillow more than me, I swear.
You only talk to me when you're out of cigerettes.
You only touch me when you're wanting sex.
They are the only times your words and actions connect;
It's so damn simple,yet seems complex.
A shell for moves,
A soul so true-
Something we've both been through-
Alone again around you.
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