Why are all the studio girls looking for love?

So uninspired to do anything.
feel crowded in by made up 'responsibilities'

Dave davies and Ray davies make me sad

been listening to "Man on the Moon" by The Jesus and Mary Chain all day.

I haven't written a poem since
I don't know when.
What's next after this
what's next?

Seems like there is nothing to do
but make money
to pay rent, buy food, repeat.
perhaps I'll treat myself to ice cream
but then what
perhaps I won't treat myself to ice cream
and then what

I don't talk to myself anymore.
I just think to myself
do I want chocolate? My tongue wants it.

"You make me laugh
You make me want to talk
You make me laugh
You make me want to talk
You make me laugh
You make me want to talk"

And that's all that matters
Chocolate doesnt do that to me