By Rachel David
In the background, Elliot Smith sings about loneliness
In the background, the sound of running water
He sings about not knowing, and I know
he’s right. I know that no one knows
the colour of my blood. Or that I cry a little
when I see the sun reflected on still water
No one knows I’m lying here, thoughts fighting for space
in my head, in a war that can never be won
He says he’s tired, tired. And I’m tired too
slowly drifting off, a moment of peace on cold tiles
It’s funny that our bodies can’t tell between
exciting and anxiety
They both have Xs after all
It’s funny that our bodies just decide
In the background, Elliot Smith sings about wanting
to be left alone in the place where he has what it takes
In the background, a flock of geese remind me
that this isn’t the end I’m looking for
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