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Part of Nothing

When I’d nothing to say I couldn’t stop talking
Now that I have I can’t speak

I watched bums and winos speak more than me,
watched old women and mothers
talk each other to death,
I watched post men beep their horns,
and the suits and skirts shuffle down to Ha Ha’s

I stood in pubs among Liverpool supporters
trying desperately not to look alone

I would have spoken to the support beam,
would have become a United supporter
if they’d had me,
would’ve sang a song,
bought a drink,
and sold my ass
not to have to stare at these walls

I’ve known company and rejected it
If there was a chance of meeting someone
I’d put it off
I thought they’d smell it
I thought I’d throw my arms around them
and never let go

It gets that way sometimes,
all the time

clocks tick
people pass

the brain gets so full of noise,
silence,
and thoughts of you

Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 4:13 PM CST