3 a.m Nightmares

our song on repeat.

Paint peeling, paper thin walls
Ostracized lovers, missed telephone calls
Rusted fingers, denial in disguise
Broken necklace, grey and green eyes.

Cracked concrete, long night walks
Sheets twisting, dark pity fucks
Plastic concern, face lit gloom
Blackened eyes, smoke filled rooms.

Lying ghosts, space too far
Red visions, seeing bright stars
Yearly treason, words fall to shit
Bruised muscle, get rid of it.