"surely, this is a mistake" you say.
the words are hung up on bewilderment.
"isn't there anything?" you persist.
"no, nothing." the voice is cold and it crackles with static through the speaker in an apartment complex lobby.
so it comes to this:
you never asked for anything at all, you swear to it.
and despite your lack of demands
one day a cold voice came onto the radio
and took it all.
and now you can't get home
and you're stuck to the pavement
and nothing works.
it's just the voice in your head now.
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