Maybe I should cry,
Maybe I should deny it,
Maybe I should apologize,
Maybe you should be there,
And maybe this wouldn't be an argument.
I closed the apartment door but I didn't lock it.
You had the key and if you had put down the drink in your hand,
You would have had something covering your head.
I remember the laugh, the sense of humor you had.
Right now it's bruises and your personality is that of a six-pack.
Where did you go?
Did you really exchange the life in your hand for a cup of please die now?
Smoke.
Drink.
Bye.
Met and stole, here's your ticket now please go home.
I want the keys, here's your pillow I don't want the scent floating around.
Yet we both know the apartment is full of you.
Memories of me complaining that a band broke up and you throwing tea packets at me from across the room.
I don't remember you, I remember him.
