It’s 5am on a Saturday morning.
I’ve been drinking since 9pm on a Friday night.
Thoughts of you flooded my head and I remembered the way you used to say my name.
I remembered the gleam in your eyes.
I remembered the shine in your smile.
And I remembered it’s been a while since we’ve last talked.
Images of you flashed before my eyes and I remember how those crazy, crimson lips used to always drive me wild.
It’s been four months since we’ve spoken.
I often look at you and wonder if it’s worth picking up the phone
I know you’ll do me no good though,
You always leave my flesh so tender,
You always try to reach the bone.
No, no, it’s been seven. Seven months since we’ve last spoken.
I still remember the vertical paths to your home.
I often still wonder, if it’s worth a go…
It’s now been 10 minutes since we’ve last spoken.
And I regret everything I’ve done.
You’re not a lover, you’re a destroyer.
You’re only happy when you’ve won.