We sit and talk about trivia Least that’s how it seems to me He always makes me start Uncomfortable silences Are part and parcel of it We sit and he waits for me to speak

I don’t know what to tell him I don’t know what he wants I’ve been here for days now Least that’s how it seems There are no clocks to look at And no sound from outside

He’s trying hard to reach me He’s trying hard to break me
In between it’s only silence
Drowning out my thoughts The walls are closing tighter
As I begin to lose my mind

(c) words and music G Todd 2025