You came and sang your songs to me
Asked me how they sounded
You wanted to feel validated
So why did you come to me?

I was just sitting alone trying to count the stones in the pavement
Picking at my wooden bench
I said they sounded good
Great
You shook your head
A pause as you hesitated
Then said you disagreed
Why did you come to me?
I tried again to say I enjoyed your song
That your voice was clear and the words were novel
I got you to agree

You said “good day”
I said “goodbye”
Why did you come to me?