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SAY SOMETHING 

I have no idea why I still expect to find 

any human beings when I wait in a concert line. 

They make me feel like a fifteen year old kid 

when I’ve crossed the line on twenty-five. 

Now, everything I do is only fun upon reflection, 

my head pulls out with a little wet pop. 

And every time I try to share this new found 

information 

I feel like someone’s mother, or a priest or a cop. 

 

They said to listen, so I listen closely. 

I try to catch each word, I’ve got my glass to the wall. 

They said to listen, so I must have heard a line or two. 

But, what did they say to make us behave like 

animals? 

 

Something. Somebody said something. 

Something. Somebody did something. 

Or, could it be something somebody didn’t ever say or do? 

 

Everybody wants small talk. They want to waste your 

hand on a how-do-you-do. 

My patience is thinning. 

There’s no buried treasure, there’s no reward for being 

silent. 

I look into those eyes and I see me. 

 

I never wanted these things to take so long. 

All you see is the road when you’ve been gone. 

I never thought it was clothes that made the man. 

But, here I stand in my tweeds with empty hands. 

 

Something. Somebody said something. 

Something. Somebody did something. 

Or, could it be something somebody didn’t ever say or do? 

Or, could it be something somebody didn’t ever say or do? 

Or, could it be something somebody didn’t ever say or do?

 

 

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