i woke up wanting to kiss you.
its been this way for the past three months.
i dont sleep, and when i do all i see are flashes of you-
flashes of us.
glimpses of steamy cab rides, intimate drunken walks home,
and lingering moments at your back door haunt me.
i am starting to smell like cigarettes,
i had to fill the void with something.
i hate people who smell like cigarettes.
my brother and my sister won't speak to me,
but i dont blame them.
i found out the hard way that there was a limit to your love,
but youre my blood, youre my holy wine.
you tasted bitter and sweet at the same time.
sing me to sleep, i'm tired and i want to go to bed.