You're growing distant
Maybe it's the Alcohol
Maybe it's the tension
Is your love for inanimate objects stronger than your love for me
Tomorrow.
I'll leave.
The bruises on my skin are showing
The cuts re-opening
But maybe
Tonight you can hold me more than just a friend
Even if it pains you
Hold me
Give me a memory I can use
Something to get me through
Something I won't lose
Other than you
