I’ve seen you like this
Before
Hide all the drugs
And lock the door
I don’t know how this one ends
I don’t know how this one ends
Ten more days with you
Five more ways to think it through
I don’t know how this one ends
I don’t know how how this one ends
I hope they find us–
Take ten.
Pills.
I’m ill.
You look into my eyes
Do you trust me?
I can show you everything
Fuck me.
Killing time like this with you
In your eyes–
a wasted abyss
Shows through
Fuck me now
Before they come.
Fuck me hard
Before they come.
I hate this place
I want to fucking escape.
I don’t know how this one ends
I don’t know how this shit ENDS.
I hope they find us.
Dead.
In the end.
I hope they find us dead.
In the end.
Fuck this place.
(Originally published on Coffee & Cigarettes, 2007)
