So you think that your words of comfort
will soothe away the hurt and chaos
of one brief, bittersweet moment?

So you claim we can't help what we feel
and yet you brush aside my romance,
my heartfelt sorrow and longing...

So you say there's much to be happy about --
X-Files on Sunday and cars that run,
 sunsets and food in the food court.

But you become your words, you and
your beautiful facade I cannot reach --
meaningless and unwanted.
unnecessary.
empty.