who steals your covers
keep 911 on speed dial
tell the neighbors to go fuck themselves
and make some pizza
the hookers down the street
look cold
I thought about bringing them a blanket
those heels look painful
and I don't envy them
the Johns that cruise this neighborhood
you seem to still be vibrating
all curled up in my bed with your clothes on
fucked up on the drugs that just make me sick
I'm too drunk
and naked to stay awake
but I like it when
I get to hold your hand
someone's snoring on the couch
liquor bottles litter the living room
pizza crusts litter the kitchen
I can drain a bottle of bourbon
in a few hours
and stumble into your arms
as I try to fumble into your heart
the morning aches
but that won't stop me
from climbing your body
finding that little smile
that makes you so beautiful
in blinding sunny moments like this
I may have been drunk when I wrote this
but that just makes honesty
seep out my pores
I'd tell you I love you
but I don't want you to leave
there are still a couple of bottles of whiskey
on the counter
and I won't see the bottom of the glass for days
I hope you will come to see me
and bend back my bender
until we can't see the light of day
and lay gasping in each other's arms
in this waste land of human decay
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