my, my, i feel so low

sunday afternoon and summer's here
where are you?
must i always be sitting,
waiting for that
phone call?

my, my, i feel so low.

guilty? why feel guilty?
you don't need
to explain
yourself
every time, you know.

my, my, where do i go?

i should try
to
breathe.

my, my, what do i know?

failure after failure
after failure after
failure.

my, my, we reap what we sow.