| I still remember the hotel room where I sat, fleeing the hand that gripped you
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| I gave you words, they were inadequate
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| Couldn’t admit that I abandoned you
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| My fear grew, ever stronger
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| My delusion cast about me
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| A blanket to my conscious mind
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| My paradise lies in blankets and smoke
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| Remember when we were all smiles
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| Blind to reality
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| I sat with eyes closed for awhile
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| As if days don’t turn to months
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| Except, I forgot it ends like this
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| Blue veins, cracked upon a pale surface
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| Did you smile one last time, as you closed your eyes?
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| Because, I don’t want to close my eyes anymore
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| I want to be whole again, how the fuck do I get there?
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| I’ve lost what it means to be a person
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| Haven’t been reading enough to know the right words, so I keep mine to myself
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| Just thought I’d take this chance, say I’m sorry
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| So one more cigarette, one more breath in between
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| One more drink, one more hit, hopefully take the breath out of me
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| Counting seconds to minutes as you slip away
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| You were going to be someone
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| We all knew that I was supposed to be the one found on a cold tile floor
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| The vibrance of your being seemed so foreign as you lay there
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| I still keep the card Scott gave me in my pocket so I never leave your side
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| again
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| Each day, I find myself asking what would have been if I was there?
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| Again, I should have never been there in the first place |