after party confessions

so it's come to this/blank pages, empty bottles and smeared ink

(woman what are you doing)

thought i'd be able to forget you/lightening quick/cut you out, knife to the vein

and bleed you out like the others

(woman what are you doing)

but here you are/staring across the room/across the table/across the space/and i'm a fucking mess/hoping i'll make it outside in one piece

(woman what are you doing)

taxi rides and midnight runs/cancelled plans and one more drink and i think/i can make it before i sink/lower

another dead horseman/another dance

and maybe, just maybe, i can make

it to tomorrow without glass shattering

on perfect walls

i need you/past the borrowed mask/that's taken years to perfect/one more step and i'm almost past the hardest part of early mistakes/hoping you'll see past my facade

i need you

past stupid pride

past drunken confessions

past a strangled plea into the heavens

you borrowed my breath

and i can't run away fast enough

because when you're near there's nothing

left

of me

put me out, please

make the daily deaths end

and come get me