4am
phone is ringing
I feel the pain before I see it
she’s got her disease
dripping from her eyes
and I’m nothing more
distraction
but I get it.
more than we can say
of the men who warm our beds
we know.
and she’s talking of pills
running home
back to the only thing that can calm a restless angel
oh hearts like ours
intertwined
around 18 years of broken pieces
she’s so damn perfect
her tears are falling
begging me to come home
women like us
can’t help but break
and once we start
my heart is racing
does she know?
I’ve got nobody else
but I’d understand
if she can’t do it any more.
I can’t do anything
from this far away
she knows everything I’ve said.
all the pieces of glass
I’ve picked up and glued back together
time and time
again.
we’re shattering
in complete solidarity
in our loneliness
and this fucking disease
insanely mesmerizing
another night another bottle,
another morning
please,
just stay
for one more morning.
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