Have you been sleeping in my bed Have you been sleeping in my bed because I found the traces of your skin the traces of your skin Have you been sleeping in my head because I found the traces of your thoughts trailing through my skull with a warrant for my sanity crushing my soul with a warrant for my sanity on a one man police force trying to stop me from breaking through your skin and injecting myself an IV of pain and amphetamine muscle relaxers and a single tiny white pill to break through your thoughts and find my place to settle down and sleep.
This might be more song than poem. I don't know. It seems like its been forever since she left. It hasn't even been two weeks.