I don't wanna hear about it

"I've known her for ten years",

he tells me while we're in the truck

on our way to a job.

"she would actually be perfect for you"

and then he tells me how perfect she is

and how she has some money saved,

no, quite a bit actually,

and how she owns her own unit

down in Pyrmont, near the water,

no mortgage

and probably worth a million.

and he tells me how all that could be mine

and how good it would be,

how perfect.

I would be married and soon having children,

I would have money in the bank,

my own place,

maybe my own little business,

all settled.

"your life would be complete

and you would be able to say

- I made it."

and all the time I'm nodding

pretending that I'm hearing,

pretending that I care about all these things,

marriage

money

property

investments

business

future

pretending that all that bullshit

really means something to me

while deep down in my heart

I know

that it doesn't mean

a damned thing.