Isn't he such a stupid kid?
Always on his computer, isn't he?
At least you do things,
and you're a cat!
Past his surprised look - into the night
the cool summer air
catches my hair,
hanging out the window of the train.
Phone and water bottle empty,
one last bus to the other house
I'm still a disappointment there,
but not to her.
She doesn't pick up - hers is empty too.
the bus driver looks at me, and drives away
OUT OF SERVICE, the bus says to me.
An hour walk to the other house.
Maybe I should just say sorry?
Halfway there -
The cool summer night,
like a desert sun to me.
Ditch water fills my bottle,
but I don't dare drink it.
Lights in the distance,
there it is, the house where I used to live.
I stand in front of the door,
for at least fifteen minutes.
This would be easier
if I still had the key,
but I lost that along with my bedroom.
I'll just have to ring the bell.
*ring.*
he's there, too.
yelling from the highest window of the castle.
what am I doing here?
why do I do these things?
why am I such a piece of shit?
why don't I just fuck off back to his place?
but she's there, too.
are you okay, Tom?
I'll make you some warm milk,
we can talk about it tomorrow.
Let's go to bed, okay?
I love you.