well here i am again, sleepless.
it’s 1:42 in the morning.
at this rate i will have shivered myself into a cold
before the sun comes up
but instead of putting on a sweater,
i am drinking watered down grape juice wishing it was wine
and wondering where the hell you’ve been that another week of silence has gone by
and if you’ll ever stop doing this to me
or if i’ll ever stop letting you.