I’m stumbling around in the dark
When you clutch my shoulders.
(I’m probably thirsty,
Or going to ***
“I love you so much,”
I hear you say.
“I’m so sorry.”
And I think I hear tears in your voice.
And maybe it’s my tequila and benadryl,
Or your whiskey and coke,
But probably it’s both.
“Forever,”
I hear myself say,
And I know you feel tears on my face.
“Forever.”
And you refill my water while I *** in the dark.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
I’m stumbling around in the dark
When you clutch my shoulders.
(I’m probably thirsty,
Or going to ***
“I love you so much,”
I hear you say.
“I’m so sorry.”
And I think I hear tears in your voice.
And maybe it’s my tequila and benadryl,
Or your whiskey and coke,
But probably it’s both.
“Forever,”
I hear myself say,
And I know you feel tears on my face.
“Forever.”
And you refill my water while I *** in the dark.
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