drunk, and in a funk and all i know is that
i don't fucking care, that i actually care, that you're not there
not for hugs or comfort, or conflicts and topics confronted,
only 2 deep, but within the secrets you kept it eases the pain,
just a little bit stronger, if only id know a little bit sooner, and
shown it for a little bit longer.

i'm being left for someone 3 times as shitty, and the pains still hitting
the cavities of where my heart once existed, and haunted by all the feelings
i fucking resisted. I know you needed it and I couldnt have been more blind
but fuck don't leave me alone, and behind. god, give me a sign, i prayed for a
chance to be great, but instead i sleep.