I read her old notes and i see it now:
how she couldn't just cope, how it hurt her.
Staring down a barrel, trying not to cry
with her mother on the front line
saying, "pull the trigger."
but I can't sit, wait, and choke
on hurried breath until.
Promises are made and hanging broke
as I dangle at the end of my wits and letting go.
I was in the road a lovesick maniac
until I fired off a round of my own into the black.
but i can't sit, wait, and choke
on hurried breath until.
Get away from me.
Trying to fill a hole the shape of her silhouette,
I awoke naked and buried under last night's excess.
I'm drunk again on Sunday afternoon
hell bent on making devils
what angels this morning blessed.
but I can't sit, wait, and choke
on hurried breath until.
Get away from me.