Drifting Around

"Still you only ask about my leaving, oh but honey I had no choice, and I call (and when you hear that heavy breathing) for the sound of your voice. 

But you sit there silent, folded arms, and look down as I walk by. My face has changed, you know it's me. 
You know by the stillness in my eyes. 
Come and whisper in my ear, "You're very pretty, dear" and..and, "It'll be alright." You're lying!
But I don't mind tonight."



"As the handlebars crashed to the ground,
the back wheel detached from the frame,
it kept rolling yeah,
but aimlessly drifting around."