it is easy to talk about nothing

i listen

to

silence

on the other side of the line:

how well do I really know You?

vice versa and

inhale

how well do I really understand Us?

cause

i don't wanna be the girl that waits on the front porch

for you to get home, for you to take a phone call, for you

to break the silence

with words

that we're used to saying

because we're used to saying them

am

I really a coward and

if i'm not why do i feel like i am

you make me forget the world is horrifying

this makes me feel guilty

this makes me feel guilty

this

feels impossible to explain to you

exhale

because I don't know how I know You

and

what if You don't know Me either