I sent you the moon
And you didn't respond.
I think you were too drunk to.
I wonder what else you forgot?
If you had hands for another?
I would forgive you.
But please
Don't tell me the truth.
I can't imagine her.
In a hotel room.
It makes me sick too.
Maybe if I lay my head down?
Maybe if I listen to some tunes?
I trust you.
So why am I making up memories?
All I can think about is
the moon.
And why didn't you-
Please
Don't tell me the truth.