did you notice...that no one is around...everytime you open your mouth...and try to start meaningless conversations...
did you notice...that no one seems to give a damn...when you reach out your left hand...to touch that boys velvet jacket and corduroy pants...
and that sometimes it's good to be dead...and not roll over to catch a look of disgust in some strange bed...
and sometimes it's good to be here...where the young lovers whisper their physical frustations into your ear...but no one dares to touch...