Classic '10's Love Story
Say that everything will be just fine,
When I’m lying in bed with a bottle of wine.
And you’re workin’ on number nine,
Figuring out why I’m still on your mind.
Call me and tell me you’re alone,
So I can fantasize about the clothes
Scattered on the floor from your ex
Who hasn’t grown.
Beating this pallet that grows with paint,
Not color or water, just black that stains.
And when you finally answer to tell me lies,
I’m crying in betrayal but I stay on the line.
Because I’m holding onto the comfort you gave me.
Slipping into red coated train steam.
So close too everything but still can’t see.
Now, when the bottle is empty and dry.
I realize my mind is a flightless bird trying too fly.
Paralyzed by something that serves me no good
And it stands where my dignity once stood.
I’m fine, I’m fine while I drop down the cliff.
Choking on Disaronno, grasping a spliff.
I’ve uncovered a way too not caring,
Even if chaos rules my heart, and bones narrowing.
Copyright © Greg Wilcox | Year Posted 2017