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