AlprazolamFumbling feet falling towardsMore Like This
the doorsteps disruptive keyholes lurches
Open the fucking door!
Ill use the drunken waves to slur
the truth that raves on
saving my thoughts for another night
because I want your skin.
So I try to forget you,
and let you lead on, knowing
showing my love to you
but a show is a show is a show.
There go my first two pills
and Im forgetting your hair already.
I can see nothing in your eyes
that might make you ring for me
taking away those bits and pieces
of bone and thought I shared with you.
There go the other two pills
and Im writing on my bed
admiring its softness and the disintegration
of your lips, watching your hypnotic gaze spiral
away, back to the squall. I begin to forget,
no regret, what I left behind with you
knowing that mans hands you hold
are as good as sand, that someday
will be fanned away by your own breeze
to see me, a drunken, forgotten, sandstone
hardened by the powers that be.
Choices, choices, choices.