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
