I remember you asking me why I whistle so much
This around the time I was leaving the house for good
I do whistle for no reason
it's not a happy whistle, it's a nervous confused whistle
I think I told her it was when I'm thinking too much
I now realize it's a troubled distraction
To fool myself into believing I'm ok
Well I'm not and I still whistle.
I remember a distinct song I was whistling to
Not a song I listened to much but an odd punchline
"What if I'd been the one to say goodbye" 38 special
She asked me why that song, I didn't know, still don't
Some people have nervous twitches, rub their hands
I just whistle as if to say life is good
Far from it right now but there's hope it becomes manageable.
Michael Jacksons "oh baby give me one more chance" entered my pea brain.
I know she would read my entries
Make a comment now and then
I doubt she cares enough to read this now.
If so I'm whistling "Wagon wheel"
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