I like listening to people talk, carry on with their daily conversations, ramble on and on with the same worn thoughts, sometimes thinking of something new. I listen to the same sweet melodies over and over again, pulling you out of them, placing you in the seat next to mine. thankful that you stood up and walked away, no need to hear the pounding you put against the floor so constantly. Alas, the onion I have been eating is someone else's water lilly! I dreaded it to be true, knowing very well how true it was, still hoping for a false fortune. she visits on her break, brings me out to the cold and fills me with smoke, plans of a different place, oh my made of gold friend, I wouldn't do everything but I'll do anything for you.