talk alot

these people out my window
standing there with cell phones
and laser pointers for they talk
talk alot

should I go talk to them, but they aren't looking my way
so i write about them
how they act, how their faces scrunch over the windowsill
i ate a whole pack of licorice watching them

my ear itches so i can hear what you say
but its all gone across, these wonderful waves
not the microwave, but actually the ocean
real, dark and mysterious, like an open book

one sec, i have some licorice to eat
the whole bag
mama knew id be sick
and now im forcing myself to vomit in some shithole

back to the main plan
you have to straddle the horse
to get to the next rendezvous
get the mission accomplished

and you leave me and youre gone
and i am alone, forgotten
thrown in the wind
but he will save you upstairs

ill never see you again
you wont write, or phone or send me a postcard
and now i know, i really know
why so many people sing the blues