By the third ***** shot down
I had forgot your name
and the way you used to kiss me
but even though I couldn’t stand up straight
you told me that you missed me
and then all the feelings came back
like empty bullet shells
burning holes into my skin
and though I tried to stop it
little bits of you kept flooding in
and soon all I could hear
was you saying my name
so I drank more
in that hope that I might be able to disappear
between you arms
and never be found again