I Am a Familiar Creek In Your Floorboards
Doing nothing to substitute self gratification.
I climax with a sigh.
Distance myself from all conversation.
Where is my mind?
I know it's annoying when my head drifts away,
I convince myself I'm moronic,
And I guess that might be true when nothing compares to
Something platonic.
If you want me to go, you know I will.
