I told her to come over
But she was too tired
To deal with the exposure
Of his continuous desire
To interrogate her
Of an affair she hasn’t retired

She asked me what’s for dinner
I wanted to reply “home cooked meal”
Alcohol and nicotine simmer
Through my bloodstream to be real
My heart is stuck in winter
With the facade of a glimmer

This bliss is a drug
For it never lasts
All I need is a hug
And a spell is then cast
Until I unplug
I’m back in the past