I’m just burning ash, smoking my last as I sink into your couch. Whiskey dreams of you sinking next to me. We can crash and burn together. Fucked up and in love forever. Go up to your room, listen to records, and talk about whatever.

I know you’re tired of me because you don’t laugh at my jokes anymore. I know that I’m ugly and in your way.

I’m twitching at the mere thought of you. Blush red turns baby blue. I’m drooling like a pathetic little fuck. Locked up, drunk in my room. I’m staring at my ceiling. Synchronizing my breathing with the sighing of your name and praying that you’re doing the same.

Go home. Go to bed. Just go home and go to bed. Lay down. Lay down your head. Just lay down and just play dead.

I guess this ain’t the worst that could happen. I guess I’m still here. I guess that means the worst will still happen because I’m still here. But I don’t give a fuck where I’m going to, just as long as I’m slowly fading there with you.


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