When the music's off and the room gets empty

Waiter! Waiter!

Waiter! Waiter!

Can you tell me why I'm so unloveable?

Why the birds of the sky have more than I?

Why the sparrows sing, and I'm left with the tears I cry,

Dripping down my cheeks, waiting to dry.

Waiter! Waiter!

Can you tell me the point of life?

If not red marks burning my wrists,

Then maybe new suns? New moons?

New people passing by?

New streaks of crimson down my thighs?

Waiter! Waiter!

Can you tell me why the stars shine?

Why they glimmer above but never align,

Never falling to meet me, never lighting my way,

Just watching, indifferent, as I fray.

Waiter! Waiter!

Is there an end to the ache in my chest?

Is love a bird that never finds its nest?

Or am I the tree it circles but won't call home,

Forever rooted, yet utterly alone?

Waiter! Waiter!

Can you take my order, please?

A slice of solace, a cup of peace.

Wrap it all up with a whisper of care,

And maybe, just maybe, leave me a prayer.

Waiter! Waiter!

Tell me it gets better.

Tell me this will pass.

Or maybe just put it in a steaming side?

Tell me, how do I stomach this endless strife?

Can you tell me the recipe for a better life?

-August

saw this slideshow on instagram and got inspired bc why not? love y'all so much! MWAH<3