they say write, say write, write
all i hear is 70's french music and static.
all i think of is you,
last night i took shots until i couldn't hold a steady glass,
remember thinking this is it, this has got to be it.
this is how you forget.
contemplating calling you- dreaming that i did
on, on and on
my english teacher said to write for poignancy,
i wrote on a coked out father,
sometimes i dream i see him at a grocery store, a church
he's all screams, i'm all "you have the wrong person, sir."
i've forgotten how to write,
maybe i'll call you in a year or so, maybe i'll forget