old skin

for when you can only half be heard over the noise in the background
and only half be heard over the noise in your head

and it's not that i think that other people are too busy with their own problems
to notice mine

no no
my problems are my problems
don't you try to take them away from me
(you can't)

it's just that sometimes
it feels like
the reason other people seem so occupied with their own problems when they're around me
is that i am one of their problems

(i love walking home alone in the middle of the night
passing your old home, and crying by yourself
because you know that your family is asleep without you
and if you got killed
nobody would know)

THE BEAUTY OF SUMMERTIME