another day has gone

I’ve stopped counting now

nothing to do
but think of you

how very maddening you are
from so very far

far away

I guess I could say

how I wondered if you saw

the actress on TV

that sort of sounds like me

did you think:
oh, she sounds like that bitch

because I thought:
I hope that asshole is thinking about me

my secret wish
will never come true
you’ll never think of me
the way I think of you

maybe tomorrow
you wont cross my mind
if day seventeen
could be so kind

not thinking

not counting

just fooling myself

“I’m a loser baby so why don’t you kill me?
(Know what I’m sayin’?)”

from ‘Loser’ by Beck