strands (_) me on the floor alone not my music playing an island of soltitude in the party mood because they all left you left to go upstairs and so i'll just stay here and try to stand play will the strands of my ribbon necklace, perfectly curled and pink but equally alone when you come back down i'll still just look at you wonder why i want to put my necklace around your neck and gently touch your hair and feel separate staring at the rug 051218 what's it to you? who go blather from