untitled for now

what's been biting at my neck and my shoulderblades
is what i can never seem to look at in the face
trying to avoid all contact that's head on
i count on fingers and toes all that is wrong
push it far back, cut it out for now, tuck it away
i cannot find one thing to say
that would even seem to justify actions and words
it's probably true, everything that you've heard
speed of word travels faster than speed of light
and it's all i've been hearing about all night
glances that stick, ears that perk to listen
bodies moving to another on a mission
i'd blame you if i did not blame me
i didn't picture this is the way it would be