Your psychobabble at 3 A.M. on a lonely night
A year after my best friend died
Helped me more than any therapist
Or any drug ever did

Now I'm tongue tied
My tongue is like loose shoelaces
And I'm tripping over every word
That comes pouring out like a cheap bottle of wine
That keeps us awake long enough to realize
That something between us is still screaming for life

And those times when you drink enough to kiss me
My heart beats so fast that I start to pray it won't explode

And I envy every boyfriend
That's got to lie awake with you at night
While you were writhing in pain from your sickness
That I wish I could blow away like dandelion seeds

And I realize
That I plan ahead like a game of shogi
And I haven't even asked you to join me
In trying to polish off a bottle of this cheap wine
That's kept me awake for four days and four nights
So afraid that something between us has died

And those times when I don't hear your voice
I reach out and imagine that I'm shaking hands with a phantom
Of the craziest little thing...
But to me it's everything