Crying at the Dog Park

I bury all my bottles in the bottom of the closet
You stand on the living room chair
Saying «watch me jump from here to there»
I bury all my feelings, stuff them into cracks in the ceiling
Did you say my name or did I just imagine I hear it?
I imagined I heard it
But I shave my hair
So I could hear you clear
Coffee an awful lot lately
I shake my legs, I can’t sleep
At 3:00 I’ll switch to beer so I can be my most sincere
When I talk to you
I don’t talk to you
I just talk about you
I don’t talk to you
I am stuck in traffic waiting for the light to change
Crying at the dog park, like will I always feel this way?
And you are getting older while I am stuck in quiet rage
But I will keep your pictures so you will always look the same
Crying at the dog park, like will I always feel this way?