he has an umbrella
but they’re sharing hers
and their shoulders are drenched
his left, her right
and I think it must be love

for I’m too sick to speak
and the texts she sent last week
I still haven’t read
and it’s too late, I’d wake her
and I’m drowning in work
and my room is a mess
and my laundry is piling
and I cry when I see it
and the hot water’s out
and my friends aren’t responding
and she’s going through worse
and I haven’t been sleeping
and I haven’t been eating
and I think I’m the devil
and the lights are too bright.

all reasons I need her
and why I can’t call