Divided Unity

You Awake, Bun?

You awake, bun?

A simple query, I know...

But you know, I'm no good with people

I'm only good with midnight snow.

I'm often quite the sociopath,

Numb to emotional thunder

I've walled myself from empathy

And torn my heart asunder.

You awake, bun?

Three words I sometimes say

I'm horrible at small-talk

I can't even ask, "How was your day?"

Sometimes it pains me to think about

How quiet and hidden I am

If speech is commercial product

Then what I got was a scam.

You awake, bun?

Or maybe I've awoken you?

I need you to tell me if I have,

Or if by accident I've broken you...

It stings to think of days that I

Don't live up to what I could

It burns to think that you might find

One who'd do what I never would.

You awake, bun?

I know you're tired from a job or two.

Exhaustion to me is no stranger,

Nor is having much to do.

I know your eyes will struggle

To watch a screen at night

In front of your eyes or in your palm

Night-mode digital lights.

You awake, bun?

You know, I might send this to you.

It's exactly 1:30 now for me,

Just a half hour til' two.

You tell me you're doing nothing,

To which I can't relate.

I'm killing time and melatonin

By staying up this late.

You awake bun?

If you are, maybe you should sleep.

You've got big days ahead of you,

Not to be wasted counting sheep.

I'm sorry I'm not that interesting,

And that I don't have much to say.

But if it's any consolation,

I truly hope you have a nice day.