I've had the exact same waking dream since eighteen.
It's the one where we're all stuck in jobs we hate
Watching life grow shorter seconds at a time.
Sold on the idea of tomorrow
Of the faith in hope and simple love.
Then there was you.
And now you're not.
Now you're a hangover I can't sleep off.
But I'll try and smoke until I can't see your face
I'm going to drink you right out of my veins.
I'm going to forget what life even tasted like
and rip you out of every cell I have left.
Because I'm down and so far out.
The problem with running away from everything
is that one day...you stop.
You look around and not a **** thing makes sense.
I haven't had a real conversation since we spoke.
I haven't seen a color the same way since you said bye.
I'm just existing.
I haven't met a bottle I didn't escape to
Or a night that I wasn't dragged through.
or a bed that I didn't crawl in.
Even if someone not you was in it.
I've found the easiest way to burden a soul is with regret,
but the quickest way to **** one...
Is with love.