I sit in this unshaven room…
Just me… dejected… alone…
With lonely thoughts that loom,
Sporadically checking my phone:
That noxious scene so banal
Of hoping maybe you’ll call,
But, alas, I know you never will,
So please hurry up, Dreamland,
‘cause I desperately need a thrill…
For no pill could calm this calamity of
Asking how many more inebriated nights
Must these memories return to your love,
Strolling, stumbling ‘neath cold city lights;
Wondering how much more I can sustain
From this heart of mine beaten from blue
To black and back to blue again ‘n’ again,
Meeting strange eyes I see right through,
Too hollow to wallow in another’s brain…
I miss you.