baker's yeast that failed to proof

i don't think you feel that way about me

do you?

you're not really around to ask.

but that's not your fault

hell, even if you were around, i'm too chickenshit to be so bold

guess that's why we're in different beds a thousand miles apart

and that would be fine

if i didn't feel like i had a dumb question on my lips every other second

dumb because i'm too scared to ask it? dumb because i'm too scared of the answer?

or dumb because it's only fucking september?

somehow it's still only september.