It is 4 in the morning again
And I'm still up drinking coffee
Thinking it's fine to hold my own hand
Not feeling alone, but so lonely.
What happened to this life of mine ?
Before you walked out the door
I used to be so happy all the time
And now I just can't laugh no more.

But I'm fine, yes I'm fine you know,
I've just been sad for a little while,
It's hard to think that just a year ago,
I was with the person who made me smile.
"A year ago, we were in love"
said your beloved Woody Allen
How come I ever made you think of
Leaving me by myself again.

And how come I'm still in love with you,
After all the time that's gone by
After all that I've been through
You still manage to make my cry.
It's all my fault, I know that well
I just can't stand blaming myself for everything
I'm laying inside my little shell
Of hate and insecurity.

If you were here, we'd just finish this cup of coffee
Then I would drag you into my bed
You'd stay there, on top of me
You'd kiss my nose, my cheek, my forehead
We would make out, we would make love,
Which is probably one of the things I miss the most
I'd open the window, we'd watch the stars above,
You see... That's all I lost.

But I don't really care anymore about the past
'Cause now I'm focusing on the future
First loves are the only ones that last,
I'm working on us being together.

Because the love I feel for you is all I have left..

All the best cover bands have leather jackets and aviators in play.
Feel the bodies burn.
Their polka dot calm pierces the noisy dark.
It slips between your lower ribs.
Trance hands in the air for shared emotion.
When the Sun dies out we'll light the world with disposable lighters.
We'll also flicker with emoticon implants.
Cold glitter on a dark planet.
Winky face.

she says turn down your music like

oh ****, let's just

twist the volume from

here to here

and everything's gonna be all right. like

those big-toothed snakes we used to dream of gonna

creep to her bedroom when they hear this

beautiful thunder in my window.

like if i turn my guitar to a whisper of static everything's

gonna disappear

in a puff of smoke and

—heavy hands be gone—

we can all breathe through this

tepid air

without something else to wrap around

and through every shivering

f

       r

     a

          c

              t

    u        

    r

       e.



because that's never going to work on me

again.