that lack of inquisition

and then there's the girls that
sit next to over priced record players and think
about family that's gone now, family that was gone
really, the moment they left for the city
but how bad can you feel when you're out making new memories?

how alone can you feel in the company of someone
whose supposed to know you backwards and forwards?
how can you feel together when you're all alone?
how come nothing ever makes sense these days and what
ever happened to that manual for life I thought they doled out
with light pink and blue fake cigars?

and all the things that should be on my mind
aren't. instead I'm in this pasture, the one I made you pull over near
I was reeling on orange sunshine but you didn't ask any questions,
no, instead
you helped me cross the barbwire, sat with me in an ant bed
 in the blistering sun.
all the while my pupils contracted deals with the devil
and I mean, worst case scenario, I guess we could have been shot
for trespassing?

and thinking how it never really made that much sense to me
why you wouldn't say bye to me when you left
parties. but now, I guess it does.