i am dreaming and they are sitting next to me
their head is own my shoulder and the same shitty movie plays in the background
"we... we don't matter."
there's an infinite number of parellel universes"
"why would I ever think that we matter?"
they pause, take in what im saying
they've always been the best at figuring out which way my words were supposed to end up
"maybe we don't have to matter?"
their words are crumbling, questioning
as if they are second guessing who they are
"maybe we don't have to matter."
i echo and turn the volume up