Pasta

You know it's not all it's meant to be
Said the one girl to the next
She stood up
Brushed herself off
Pulled down on her flannel tee
Made faces with the clouds
And glared at the other
As she clearly and loudly spoke
"I just want some satisfaction"
What do you want?
What do you want?
This is only a circus
This is only a stage
Where all the words are clearly imprinted
No psychics need to be here
We all know what we're thinking
But with all this being said
Then how in the end am I to have said
How was I to know what this would be?