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
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
Grab a hold of with a napkin
and casually throw away in the bin.