I sent it At three AM On one of those nights Where silence gets violent And I'm alone in my head.
I told you about the Tiny pink pills And how If I took eight I would sleep forever. I gushed that They were hidden Under the toothpaste slathered Countertop In my bathroom.
I told you I loved you But that You weren't enough to stop me anymore.
I did actually consider it. It was one of those nights. But at some point, As I laid on top of my comforter And shivered under the fan, I realized that You weren't going to wake up And convince me out of it.
I also thought About how my mom was A light sleeper. How the floorboards would sound like Orchestras And the cabinet Would be the symbals To her.
I fell asleep Numb, But naturally numb, And woke up wondering What you would say.