do you like him dried out like seaweed

"So tell me about yourself, and how you like to dream about the ocean. Does it make you want to believe in anything at all, like me?"

It feels like everything has changed, like you realized that having a conversation with me was at the bottom of your priorities. I know we see things differently, but why does that mean that you can't still tell me about your life? I'm not upset, I'm just confused.

You may not think it's that way, but when I have to start every conversation I have, I start to get the feeling that people don't want to talk to me.

listening to: the electric version - the new pornographers