Look Out Sister, Look Out!

I heard this on the radio today and I kept a smile on my face the whole time...

Feeble Fiction

Nothing about you looks familiar
you smell different than all the others
your hair is tousled in a way I don't know
the tiny black hairs growing out of your face
are forming a pattern foreign.
you asked me for a spoon to stir your coffee.
none of this actually happened.
I make it up to make me feel better
feeble fiction.

wherever you're going

wherever you're going
you're going my way
all i needed were the right words
to know what I should say
alone in the quiet they come forward
when nothing can get in my way
where even you don't exist
and I can get you out of my memory
at least for a little bit.