you couldn't recognise me in your highs
you couldn't tell it was me
"don't touch me, don't come close, go away"
screaming crying perfect storms
don't know what's worse
listening to them
or assuming they were for someone else
and I was an audience.
forgave you for things you don't remember
and your sane self couldn't see my intentions.
they say alcohol makes you vulnerable
but you got amnesia.
did your vulnerable self not recognise me?
or you never wanted me close?
you fell on the bed, I fell on my knees
you fell asleep while I got infected by this disease.
