Talk to me

Talk to me. 

I'm listening.

Like a fool I sit and think...

and make up silly, stubborn and unreal, 

never-going-to happen sort of things.

I imagine all the words unspoken...

crooked realities, mixed punctuation, unclear meanings 

and even vivid dreams.

In case you forgot,

I got some ears.. 

two to be exact.

I've never had body parts that disobeyed me so much.

Two so doubly as bad. 

And they wait and hone and search and whine

for you. 

your breath...

your tone. 

They're wasting their time. 

yes yes yes. 

...I know.

They're stupid, and dumb and ridiculously patient.

And to ease the pain and lighten things up...I suggest they lend themselves to some music.

But who would've thought that my own very ears, 

don't even listen to me these days.

No loyalty. No beautiful sounds. So ignorant.

Even after all these years. 

They wait for you. 

They cry for you.

You're all they seem to want.

They play tricks on me, and toy with me.

and when I get so mad...they say "it's all his fault"

I've got to live with these two. 

Is a lifetime of listening what I'm in for?

It's not fair, I cant take their diligence to hear your speech.

...I can't take it anymore. 

Give them some words. 

I'm asking.

My voice is demanding you.

So I can believe...

more is meant than meets the ear.

even though my mind knows...

That's so not fucking true.