When does the next bus run through here? She wondered
He answered, "where you headed, love?"
"oh I'm not going anywhere, sir. I just need one to be thrown infront of."
I think you just want something to hold.
I think you could live alone.
I think you can sleep anywhere, but there's nowhere you can call home.
There are parts of me that are bleeding
And begging to be heard
But I'm too busy drinking attention to actually live and learn.
With a chuckle he muttered, "no bus is worthy of you. So shut the fuck up and leave, so I can be on my way too."
And as she trudged away, he yelled, "don't you care your love was a phoney??"
"don't imitate concern," she replied, "it's okay, I was just lonely."
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