I'm not listening again
It's true
I'm just looking at you
Watching you move your mouth
Nothing's wrong, but there's something off.
Something small, something tiny
Something little round and shiny
Like a coin being tossed
Heads, not tails
You lost
Or a checkers piece
In a game of chance
A moment the prize
The cost surprise
Things get dull don't they?
They never really mind do they?
When you don't listen
It's true
I'm just looking at your face
It's rare when words just slide into place