Nothing Means Anything

So you’re really upset
And you would rather drown
Then bear weight on another day

So I’m really fine
And I would rather go and do work
Then call Stephanie again about what happened last night

And she’s caught up in how things got that bad
And I’m upset because I didn’t think it mattered what I said
I was never truly here
So I’ll keep that in mind
If we ever talk

You’re not my love
You used to be everything in between
I tried to kiss you
So you can stop yelling
You’re not my love
You used to never put your hands on me
I tried to tell you
So you can stop assuming
You’re not my love
You’ve fallen so out of place
And I crashed the car behind me last night
Frustrated because I’ve never wanted anything more, but for you to turn around and agree
Because you listened
You’re not listening

(So the last two months up until last week, I thought I was pregnant. And it came out positive in the hospital bathroom a month ago. If I wanted to inhabit all these emotions in one focal area, it’s how I stared myself in the mirror with my phone tossed to the side. So I changed my prescription medicine to ones that wouldn’t affect it. Only Stephanie would know the weight it took to make things clearer after that. I didn’t do anything because of that. But, you don’t listen: you never did)