Starving

Starving in the corner at a little get together

And I shouldn’t be upset

I invited myself because I needed a break

And I was missing it

At home with all the strangers that I’ve known for so long

How could I be so lucky?

Aching in my eye, decorating a goodbye

With I love you

Molar grinding into stone

There is a comfort in despondency

It’s beginning to be known

And presented as a simple plea

My biggest hope is when I come to the table

There’s a place for me

The problem there is that I am far too furious

For company

I would much rather be out on my own

And I know that’s upsetting

Out of fairness I will go back to bed

But I will leave on my shoes

Molar grinding into stone

There is a comfort in despondency

It’s beginning to be known

And presented as a simple plea

Disconnected by the phone

Illuminated by an effigy

Another feeling of alone

Not as hard as it will always be