You won’t answer my calls again.
Not that I had anything important to say, anyway,
I just wanted to feed off your voice,
For procrastination’s sake,
To use you as a way to excuse myself,
From that which I know I should do.
You will show up here tomorrow,
After dark,
To feed me excuses as if they were medicine,
Able to make me forget the way
You’re going to use me,
To forget your own whirlwind of problems.
Then we will embrace each other,
Like we’ve found something
We’ve looked for so long,
That we cannot let go.
Only to drift apart while dreaming,
To opposites sides of my bed,
Back to back,
Until the sun comes up,
When we realize we’ve filled ourselves full
With more complaints,
And need another fix.
Another dose of each other’s medicine,
To forget that which we will not tell.
I did not want to wait for tomorrow,
Tonight I needed a dose so big,
It would extinguish all of it,
Every fire in my soul,
Just long enough to postpone
The decisions I’ve already made.
But you don’t have any for me tonight,
You’re fresh out.
But tomorrow I will feed you a dose so potent,
It will sedate us both in one kiss.
Into oblivion we go, my love.
Holding hands around our drug,
That we’ve somehow convinced ourselves
Might be love.