17

Don't talk to me with that monotone inflection that you use when you're distracted

I wish that we could go back to when we were seventeen

I miss when I could understand what you said to me

I want to see the flowers

I hope these scattered showers

Are doing good to you and me

Your kiss is sickly sweet

But you're so distant

And I'm so mean

You say you miss me

Whatever that means

You're always busy

Or so it seems

I want to feel the flowers

I can't help feeling that there's

Something that you're not telling me

Don't talk to me with that monotone inflection that you use when you're distracted

Don't look at me with those stone cold eyes, my darling

I can't stand to feel alone tonight