i’m running out of pills to help me sleep,
insomnia has made your side of the bed his home.
a wicked beast full of taunts and tricks,
he incessantly pulls at my weary eyelids.
i can’t breathe you in like i used to
so i fill my lungs with smoke in your absence.
these hazy eyes make it harder to see
loneliness that has taken a physical form around me.
i want this alcohol purged from my system.
stumbling and slurring and waging wars with myself.
this stupor makes it easier to rest
though i ache for you in my bloodstream instead.
i need rehabilitation,
i can’t keep up this destruction.
my body won’t hold out much longer,
darling, won’t you sing me sober?