At 2am, the knock came. Axe murderer loud,
my little brother answered the door.
You asked if I was in, and when he said
'Yes' you handed him a firecracker
and stomped down to my room.
I was asleep. "Gerrup t'****"

I should have, by all rights, shat myself,
but I knew you would come in the end.
You act like you don't care, but
you do a bit. Awkwardness doesn't work
for us anymore. We're far too comfortable
In each others madness.

We learned to have *** sober. It was funny,
it's been nearly a year of constant want
and yet only now can we summon
the courage to open ourselves to one another
in sound state of mind.
(The lights are still off.)

I think you're beautiful, but I can't
let you see me in my vulnerable state
on the brink of ecstasy. No,
that would make it too easy.
Then you roll over and fall asleep,
and I lie there thinking until morning.

The smell of you lingers, cigarettes and whiskey
stay with me 'til the close of evening.