Burning Carbon

I'm bored and tired
but when am I not?
I take another swig of my soda
feeling the carbon burn my throat
I like the feeling

I'm thinking of you again tonight
I know I shouldn't
but I do anyway
boredom makes me think
and thinking leads to you

I see you laugh across the room
I stare with bored stared eyes
you turn to face me
I look away
as if nothing ever happened

You try to say hi
I want to be hidden from the world
incased in black hoodie
to big for anyone to see
the real me underneath

Bored again
trying not to think of you
another swig becomes a gulp
the burning wakes me up
kind of like you

my burning carbon in my throat. . .

. . .that's what I'll picture you know