you’re beautiful, i find you to be beautiful
why won’t you talk to me like you talk to others?
am i asking you to speak to me? and you only talk?
that’s alright if that’s the deal,
but shouldn’t we have a discussion about it?
it’s weird that it doesn’t bother you like it does me
i mean, i know what it’s like, you’re just living
it has nothing to do with me, probably
it’s just a hierarchy, a pyramid, your priorities
that’s alright if that’s the deal
but you know, i’m telling you, it’d be fun
seriously a lot of fun, but maybe it’s different
maybe you’re different,
like a second layer?
like frosting that looks great
but then tastes sticky and sour
makes your stomach hurt
and you end with a half-eaten piece of cake
and a stomach that hurts
and you don’t know why it was all a wasteful experience
but in theory, equally bad for both
so whatever, in theory you could be good frosting
and i’m still an optimist, you know?
i was hoping maybe for an experience like when
the slice just jumps out at you, and your mind is made
drop a buck, got your cake, everyone’s happy
cake is good, better than it looked
i mean, not to say you’ve had any bad layers so far
i can develop tastes for things, you know?
but seriously, i really like some of the layers
so anyway i’ve been considering it all
sort of soaking it up, sorting it out
you know?
and i’ve decided that you should take my advice
you know?
or maybe your interests are somewhere else.
yeah, maybe
well fuck,
“hey!
hey!
new cake!”
