You always make me do this, you know?
I don’t ever give a **** if anyone responds to me,
but whenever you stop talking to me I get so frustrated.
It’s like I have to remind you of my presence,
Everyone else remembers me with vivid clarity.
But you don’t,
It’s like you’re looking at me through the bottom of a soda bottle
And then you forget what you’re looking at and stop caring.
Maybe you are the one who turned me into a poet and made me miss people.
Because you offer to come see me
Or you send me a message
And then you never say anything else
And I send you message after message with no response.
And then I cry,
And get angry,
And get furious,
And then I write.
Then I want to be drunk,
So drunk I won’t remember who you are.
So drunk I start to look at you from the bottom of my bottle of whiskey.
So drunk I won’t feel bad sending you the seven messages I’ve already sent you with no answer.
I think you may have a girlfriend,
So I hope you don’t come to town.
Because if you come and sit down to have coffee with me
You probably won’t leave until you have my tears or my love bites,
And if you have a girlfriend I don’t want you to have either.
I’m not sure if you’re real,
Because I’m beginning to realize we are both looking at each other
From the bottoms of bottles.