Titles are Overrated
Suddenly I'm listening to music I never liked,
Feeling restless throughout the day, sleepless in the night,
And pealing the skin from my fingers with a sharpened knife.
Now I'm digging out my old baseball cap,
The one I put on my face when I would take a car nap,
And to every song the radio played on the dashboard you'd tap.
It's all I can do not to wear your old sweatshirt again.
I'll wrap it around me and start to pretend
That you and I never came to our bitter, crashing end.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Aug 19, 2008.
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