little one, your time is running up
your life's ahead of you and yet you're sitting here, stuck
you can't even eat
will you not stare blankly at the sheets? could you stop talking to walls?
can you even hear me?
with us in your head you swear we aren't feeding on your body and your mind
and your heart's slow paced beating
you've been wasting by holding back the motivation to stop breathing
you've been pacing luring in men who want to only see you naked
and let's face it you're probably just faded, and jaded, and lonely
but you know if you find someone they always are a phony
they will lie and say they love you and scheme out a year-long ruse
but they'll end it and you'll be crying, asking the voices what happened
and we will sit here in the silence, smiling, knowing damn well
we're the only ones you'll need, at least as long as you're able to think.