Look at the clock, it’s not yet two
But if by 1:45 I’m still thinking of you
I’ll get out of this bed and head straight to the car
Just to drive to places I’ve never seen before
And I’ll roll up some love and smoke it all down
Cause I can’t be sane knowin’ you’re not around
You walk in and out of my mind like a wandering kid
And you make me question everything I said and did
While I’m here thinking of you, whether by choice or not
You’re all the way at home not giving me a second thought
And I chose this position and I knew I’d go crazy
But I thought it’d all be worth it cause I’d have you, right, baby?

I have written you one
hundred and eighty
one poems about stars
and blackberries fat
as thumbs, and your
hands and sweet
plums, because that's
what I do:
word play, cabaret –
but if these are just myths
I perpetuate because I'm
a perpetual liar, believe me
                                            anyway.