My Worse Half Is Back In Town

Heard you were back for a while. Wasn't much of a pleasure hearing that my worse half was back in town. I could tell it was true from the smoke that came along with you and the stench that pulled me back to where we were last year. When I wished I could love you when I was sober when the wind wasn’t hitting my face as hard and the streetlights were less amusing. It took me back to those lonely nights when I wished I could love you when I was awake, and you were awake, and the whites in our eyes shone through the clear paths before us. It took me back to the nights in bars and houses of people we didn’t really know where I wished I could hold you somewhere far away from all the smoke that clouded the thoughts in my head, from all the noise and all the glass bottles on our table, from all the nausea I got from drinking to the irony of the situation. Sometimes I feel there’s no where to run but back to you and your destructive path Sometimes I feel like I want to crash and burn with you again You’re only a hot-shot when I hit rock bottom- but now that I’m sober I can see what we were and what you are shrink into a little roach that I Crush Grab a hold of with a napkin and casually throw away in the bin.