a medicine for the pain
perhaps, a medicine for the sad
be there, with either silver or gold
do not shive and feel so old

it can be so hard to care
a person with flowers
could stand by your body
and we would still be missing hours

they say you are not worth it
not worth the soul you are imprinted on
here it comes again

the insecurity complex
a complex with many floors
many empty rooms
and many strange doors

almost june,
well almost…
but it is the last day
and you are going away

caught saying goodbye to their father
caught staring inside
caught wiping the tears away from their mother

stages on which we play
stages which we go through
stages of things we do
stages of things we say

perhaps i should post it anyway
miss you like mad
but our constant indecision
has left us both, a little sad

i tried to get further forwards
but there are too many desks
and too many people behind them
they are eager for a little power

i spent half an hour
instead of the usual two
they took their time
and if i gave out my number
i am sure she would phone