Nothing is gonna happen here yet
The stars say ideas are flowing right now
And he says he misses me 10 minutes after sex
Which makes me want to care ’til I remember
Not to forget the drying rack for dishes
So nothing is important about this yet
The stars say only I can make my ideas practical now
And he says he misses me 11 seconds after he leaves
Which makes me want to reciprocate ’til I remember
I gotta pack my toothbrush holder
So nothing makes a difference here yet
The stars say my ideas are lumps of clay now
And he says he misses me 12 times in 12 hours
Which makes me want to fucking yell at him ’til I remember
There’s no need to buy a new broom and dustpan
So nothing is critical about this yet
The stars say I need vision to turn this potential into reality now
And he says he misses me more than anything even though he’s tired
Which makes me want to apologize to him ’til I remember
The first aid kit needs to go in the car
So nothing even exists here yet
The stars say I should penetrate deeper now
But then he asks me if I only want sex…
Which makes me glad that he made it easier on me and then I remember
My new place is no place without drawer organizers
Nothing matters about this yet
Even if nothing could be something here
The stars lie
And I haven’t answered him yet
Even if nothing could be something here
A feather duster is probably more useful than a naked goodbye
Even if nothing could be something here
I don’t want to fabricate
When nothing is at stake…since…
He’ll miss me either way…

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