I woke up feeling dead
And all I can think about were the words you said.
Glass bottles
Burnt butts
Empty orange pill containers
All scattered on the floor.
Oh, how I was an idiot to let you walk on me.
Now you've moved on to some guy you met,
Talking about how he drove you home after a party
Because you were too drunk to function.
You talk about how your mother adores him
And how your father approves,
All because he doesn't get high in the middle of the night,
But I do.
I wish I could get high off of you.
Wish I could just
Take you back and show you that I love you.
Because darling you could hold a blade to my neck
And I would still fantasize how your eyes
Remind me of waves crashing along the shore
Or how your hand interacted with my skin.
"Why'd you go?"
"Didn't you feel the same?"
The last message was "I love you"
But it was left on seen.