Some things keep me up at night
like standing at a crowded bar
ribcage kissing every inch of the
counter
a gin & tonic from falling apart,

My pink fingers pressing neon lights,
warming me from snowy weather,
Like your pockets used to do,
Wrist deep in smoke-stained leather

Why can't I keep you off of my mind?
I drink cities from where you are
I picture:
what if just you walked
in here
what if I hadn't gone so far?

Some things keep me up at night
Like what I said that September
and now leaving drunk, all by
myself
just to feel like we're together.