she wants to know if you'll be willing to see her.

we sit and listen to the music coming through the speakers.

keeps the heartache away.

stuck in the life you hoped wouldn't be yours.

the air that is blinding and blocks your vision.

the floor is hard against my feet.

his "love" is pushed upon me.

i remember seeing the glasses fill up the sink.

that's what the old men at work tell me.

i'm here to talk about my mother