You had my attention
Like so many other things you took without permission
You talked about how strange it was
That sunrise is often wasted on the sinners
People sick with themselves, tortured by shortcomings
But how beautiful it must be, to get in bed with the sun
While the rest of us resort to being held by the moon
Too comfortable with the middle ground not marked by failure,
Because no attempts at freedom had been made,
And it was sort of startling to find out
You were ready to make amends

I had always figured
We left our mistakes for dead
Never thought you visited the graves I'd been tending to
Thought the ghosts were left to the mercy of the wind

This room is like a shrine to our last fights
Still unwashed and littered with misery after misery
The drinks we took like they made us holy
The things it was no one's turn to clean
The words we thought we didn't mean,
But were destined to be repeated

I snuck out last night
Cheated on my future with past mistakes
And even though it hurt
It was good to see them all again, knowing
Our arguments gave the neighbors something to talk about in the morning