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

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

i'm here to talk about my mother

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

i remember seeing the glasses fill up the sink.

his "love" is pushed upon me.

the floor is hard against my feet.

the air that is blinding and blocks your vision.

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

keeps the heartache away.