I spun the bottle to... well, to no one in particular. I was just giving it a try to see if it would still spin. To see if the pull of the earth to an object was as strong as it was before, if the interesting silence between our spaces would ever be able to collide again. I'm not so sure it did to begin with, but now that I've felt it has or that it could I can't seem to let it go. I'll keep spinning, this bottle, that bottle, whatever I can get my hands on, to get through to you. Maybe you'll see, maybe you won't. Am I wasting time? Trying to work things through by myself. Always playing a team sport as a single unit, not so effective I've learned.
I wish you would
Come pick me up
Take me out
Screw me up
Steal my records
Screw all my friends
They're all full of shit
With a smile on your face
And then do it again
I wish you would
When you're walking downtown
Do you wish I was there
Do you wish it was me
With the windows clear and the mannequins eyes
Do they all look like mine
You know you could
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