not sleeping anymore

suspiciously lonely

you called the other day to ask me how I've been
well, ever since i left, i've been wondering the same thing
i guess by now the disappointments gone away
but the silence still reminds me of my birthday

in the crowd of strangers, everyday
i see the same faces on different streets
in the crowd of strangers, it's suspiciously lonely
to never hear one speak

it's not raining, but it might as well be
the sky is turning purple and exploding in the sea
the shallow light tastes like mold and poverty
it's always colder than i'd prefer it to be

in the crowd of strangers, everyday
i see the same faces on different streets
in the crowd of strangers, it's suspiciously lonely
to never hear one speak

i have the feeling no one knows me and it's true
i have more thoughts in my head than people to tell them to
i walk home alone like girls alone shouldn't do
i contemplate my freedom and think about the news

in the crowd of strangers, everyday
i see the same faces on different streets
in the crowd of strangers, it's suspiciously lonely
to never hear one speak

posted by d @ 3:18 PM