Tomorrow is creeping closer. I can feel it on me like a mosquito. *******.
I wonder if it took enough if I could get dizzy?
Where are you now and what are you doing?
I imagine a woman who's gone grey. Who's loud but not angry.
Does she look like you?
I can't find you in her face.
Maybe it's hiding?
Behind liquor stains and foul breath.
I told someone yesterday
You are like unlike any man I've ever known.
You were a boy. But it's hard to picture you as anyone but who you are today.
Someday I hope I can call you by name.
There's an album playing.
I'm searching for the words you'll probably never hear me say.
They are between "pope will role" and "IPC"
I was warned. But no one knows you like I do. Not even me.
It's true that you've never been anything but.
You've told me again and again.
It's still early we say.
And fall asleep.
It's been so long since you've touched my face. I'm old and wrinkling.
Nobody's innocent she says.
Not even our hearts, wherever they may be.
Maybe they're running away?