i hear it all even with the door shut

i hear it all
even with the door shut
the words you say force their way from your mouth to my heart
my ears will not close themselves
and neither will these wounds

you have left your mark
your loud and heavy mark
and it resounds in my ears, in my mind
all the time

inescapable
and unable to be erased
you used permanent ink
without even thinking
about me

but im down the hall and cant hear anything
or so you think

i am the man on the moon

i am the man on the moon
i saw the fork run away with the spoon
i sit in my crater, waiting for my waiter
to bring the cheese that i asked for, please

i am the man on the moon
the woman should be coming soon
i told her to be here when the stars were out
so i thought she would be here without a doubt

i am the man on the moon
i flew up here on a balloon
i was very lucky it didn't pop
but sometimes i wish i'd just fall and drop

i am the man on the moon
a single man humming a tune
with one single note to a song with one single word
but it's the prettiest song i've ever heard

a mess.

i can't stand listening to them
hearing all of them yell at each other
i can't take it
it's a huge factor for the stress in my life and they have no idea.
no one does.
they think it's just their problem
they don't realize how much it hurts me
it frustrates them
but it hurts me
but i don't feel like picking up their pieces
there are too many and it's not my job
i could, and i guess i should if i want things to change
but i want them to do it themselves
for themselves
and for me
it's their mess anyway
why should i clean it up?
i have my own piles of dirt and crap to sweep and i don't have the time to spend cleaning theirs up too.
but i spent the time thinking about it then
and i am now
and i will later