curious friends

you spent hours with artist

sitting in that chair

with his fingers in your hair

licked your lips a seventh shade. now

hoping that he'll notice - hoping that he'll care. you spent hours in the mirror

practicing your pout

perfecting your stare. bite your lips until they're bleeding

wondering if he'll notice

hoping that he'll care. does he tell you that he loves you like you do?

does he tell you that he loves you? i wonder who. who does he say it to?

you've spent hours in his absence

reading what he wrote

masking the past. light his lines until they're burning

turning each word into his last. one more without you speaking

practicing your smile

hacking your hair - now a year but he's your weakness

perfecting his style

wondering if he'll care - hoping that he'll care. does he tell you that he loves you like you do?

does he tell you that he loves you? i wonder who. who does he say it to?

your friends are asking. does he tell you that he loves you? does he? does he?"