I'm sincere and weeping
As my mother climbs into her car and smiles.
That life I'm sucking, or whatever
I'm caring, I care.

It's my heart shaking and spilling
Pieces of wet junk all over you
I'm delighted to see someone, anyone
Notice

Or wipe their mouth on my shirt
While all I dare to do
Is grin, or worse, look down
And pretend I didn't see.

I'm tearing and getting some sort of
Goosebumps from not hearing you.

Speak.
Though, maybe I'm not meant to care,
Not meant to hear.