Books

You read so many brooks

The pages are your evening

I’m such a mess

And you're no longer happening

I work so many nights

The evening is my enemy

You’re such a drag

And I'm no longer relevant

We sleep all day

We eat alone

We try to save face

We will never know

You can write whatever you want

But you can never understand

It starts with you again

The ending’s all the same

You read so many books

The pages are your evening

It's such a mess

And we’re no longer happening