No more temporary highs,
to hide away the hurt.
No more lies,
No more “good-byes”.
No more temporary fills,
to fill the voids,
or making homes of
what we should avoid.

Day after passing day
We hear the cars go through
We sit alone and pray
For something to be new
But it is what it is
I sip my drink and he sips his
And in the end I'm sad because
I drank twice the beer and only got half the buzz