I wanna hear your virtual voice again.

I hate to say this

Is like declaring the end of a war

That I lose.

I wanna hear your virtual voice again

Coming up to me on a kinda green little post- it on my screen

Bringing your eyes and your

Fucking

Smile.

I’m listening Modest Mouse on a Wednesday morning

And every little sound I hear around my room

Makes me wish for a half of a second

That I’m not a bum

And that it’s you calling me again for a chat

Fuck.

A little roachie on my lap

Drivin’ me insane,

                                 Each day.

The roachie smell’s not like your smell, honey.

Although I’m in love with both your smells

Cos’ after  all, I’m the one who stinks.

And that’s cool too,

b.

They keep playing their instruments on my stereo

My telephone keep’s ringing

None of them brings you

None of them seems to dare bring you and your lovable  face.

Or our long conversations, you know

Me trying to impress you, you know, with my crazy ass mind.

And you releasing your problems on me, baby, and I

ALWAYS

ALWAYS

Goddamn ALWAYS

Get into saying a few things to cheer the person up

And end up get into that friend fuck thing.

Oh no, not fuck friend. Or fuck buddy.

Fuck me, buddy.

You know, forget it.

Stick all your friendships up your ass

Go live on a jungle, with monkeys

And mosquitos on your ears.

Maybe then I’ll be capable to stop associating any fuckin’ little sound

To you

And your eyes

And your fucking

Smile.

Well,

It will be very pleasant for me

And a little for my soul

To hear your virtual voice again.

Or a few more times too,

Baby.