Talking

i've ran out of things to say hours ago
but i'm not going to stop.
my mouth keeps spitting out phrases
that don't mean a thing,
for the sake of talking
just so you're not thinking.
because i know if i stop talking,
when the lights outside have dimmed down
and your eyes begin to gloss over,
you'll realize maybe it's time to go home,
and i want to stalk the night some more.