And now my blood floats with the indignation of lust
The deep pains that reside in my stomach usually wake me in the mornings
And I come to with the notion of being alone
Another empty day submerged in a black screen
My feet hurt with the urge to run to you, where I'd left my sanity
Remembering the touch of your fingertips on my neck
And the way your grin tipped a little off to the left
I start in the middle of the night, awakening to the mirage of a silhouette out my bedroom window
Sweat beading on my head like the raindrops washing the image away
My hands are constantly cinched together
Trying to forget in their own way
The feeling of your rough palm in mine
Most Friday nights I find myself forgetting even the simplest of things
When my mind is buzzed with tainted liquid
And my thoughts scare me
But what scares me the most is what I'm doing to myself
The stupor I'm in is dangerous and chilling
Yet carefree and glorious all at the same time
Maybe just one last taste of your lips and I'll forget everything
A proper goodbye
And I'll be on my way
