i guess you can't remember... i guess the voices are fleeting through your head now but back in the day we heard the siren call. and when the walls bent over us i could only hear your voice murmuring "i'm glad you're here..." but i guess you can't remember. i don't blame you, anyway. i don't call you, anyway. i can't say i'm sorry because there's nothing to be sorry for. being alive? the rain? the travelling on buses to get you? i guess the walls could melt but i'll still hear your voice silently calling me back to bed when the windowpanes got stained... i guess i can almost... fuck it. it doesn't matter anyway. good night.