10

They're hoarding around the coffee shops
Laughing in the streets
Falling asleep with phone's to their ears
to the sound of someone else's silence
Turning on the radio
When they wake up with themselves
Taking the fastest route
To the nearest main road
But the night that they don't fall asleep
They shiver in unease
Hearing every crackle in the walls
Realizing in the dark
That the only thing sure is themselves