IT'S NOT THE LONELINESS THAT BOTHERS ME JUST THE SOUND. YOU KNOW THE TICKING OF THE SMALLEST CLOCK, THAT ECHO'S THROUGH YOUR HEAD AS YOU COUNT DOWN THE SECONDS, MINUTES, & HOURS HOPING THAT SOMEONE COMES ALONG & INTERRUPTS THE RYTHMATIC TIC THAT YOU BASE YOUR EXISTANCE UPON, UNTIL IT IS BROKEN YOU REMAIN ALONE. THE CONSTANT DRIP OF THE FAUCET YOU'VE USED MANY TIMES BUT IN LONELINEE YOU REALIZE YOU HAVE A LEAK
IT'S NOT THE LONELINEE THAT BOTHERS ME THE SOUND. LAYING THERE HOPING THAT THE PHONE RINGS, CONSTANTLY PICKING IT UP,BUT THE ONLY SOUND YOU HERE IS THE LONG PAUSE OF THE DIAL TONE REMINDING YOU THAT STILL YOU SIT ALONE, YOU MIND IS EMPTY BECAUSE EVERY POSSIBLE THOUGHT YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE HAS BEEN PLAYED OUT LIKE OLD RECORDS STASHED IN YOUR IN YOUR CLOSET. IT'S NOT THE LONELINESS THAT BOTHERS ME ONLY THE SOUND.
