As I sit there, I pretend to look over your shoulder, into the depths of the woods, but really I'm just looking at you. I'm not sure why I find more comfort in you than anywhere else. When I look off into the distance, what I see is endless and I realize I'm all alone. I walk around town with my music and my cigarettes, only facing the floor because I'm afraid to show my face and I'm looking for new places, for new sights of the moon or a bright night sky or a beautiful forest. And I find everything I'm searching for, but when I get there I can see it means nothing. It's almost like a really bad surprise, or the awful pain in your stomach when you experience disappointment, which I know all to well. I don't know what to do with myself so I rely on you to fix my head, but you hate me.
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