The unanswered phone calls,
the unopened mail,
the half pack of cigarettes,
all witnessed the tale.

The half eaten sandwich,
the fully drunk scotch,
the out of date calendar,
the unticking watch.

The smell of stale sweat,
and the stains on the sheet.
The small empty bottle,
the drug store receipt.

This is the story,
of the unshaven guy,
alone in the bedroom,
escaping the lie.

Unanswered questions, untold truth,
so typical when dealing with fools.
Not my truck that you got in to,
no chance of daylight between him and you.
Not my truck....
Not my truck with the windows smoked up,
Nope, .........not my truck.
Heard the wreck scene  had alot of blood....
heard they also found drugs...
nope not my truck....
No tears for the fool...
now who could that be?
....Him...you.... me?......
Nope, not my truck.

the first thing i do
when i wake up
in the morning
is cry

the last thing i do
when i go to bed
at night
is cry

there are times
i do not count
anymore
during those times
in between
i cry

now i cry
and i no longer
no why
because there's
no reason
to cry
when there's
no
reason

I sit I wait... but for how long?
It just seems like you won’t be there.
A flash of light,
that glimmer of hope.
I look down to see it isn’t you
but someone else.
My smile slowly dies from that brief rush.

The waiting continues but still nothing.
I know you’re busy
It’s perfectly fine.
So suddenly my smile returns
when I almost gave up hope.
We talk for hours but so short it seems
when I sadly have to end it.

I can’t believe my heart skipped a few beats when all we did was
Talk.

Touch me,
it doesn't matter where
and it doesnt matter how
I need to know I'm still alive
so someone touch me now
Shake my hand and say hello
or pat me on the back
kiss me on the cheek
that I may feel this sense I lack
slap my face and pull my hair
make me bleed I just don't care
dig your nails into my skin
so I can feed this need within
I've been numb for such a time
that even pain would be sublime
so touch me, touch me now
I don't care where, I don't care how