for the first time, I have my hands on your hips,
and if I were a betting man I'd say the third shot of gin
is who put them there.
I am staring at your lower lip,
and you're staring at my eyes, or something.
the part of my brain that hasn't been inundated by alcohol is begging me to stop,
but the rest of me is begging you to never let go once your cold hands find my burning neck.

Tell them the truth.

How you can't stand them.

You are her little pawn.

And you don't notice it.

She holds you with two hands..

Like a puppet on a string.

It's kind of stupid.

Don't you think?

no no no no no
no no no no no no no
no no no no no

You've been gone for over a year now
but whenever I unlock my phone
whenever a notification goes off,

I cannot help but hope it is you
I pray that you've seen what you done
How you've hurt me, and damaged me
and maybe apologize

But how foolish can I be
you never cared about me
and you never will

so I don't know why I still hope
to see your name flash across the screen
with a sincere apology

If only you were chocolate
you could make my stomach ache
If only you were tea
you could burn my hands as they shake.

If only you were empty like the big old ocean
I could laugh: "There's nothing to see,"
a pleasant conclusion.

I'm barely worth a piece of pie;
An amusing chocolate, or maybe cherry,
Or maybe a new pair of ******* is
My celebration.