The lights go down now. I'm one thousand miles away from you. My only thoughts now are the one thousand smiles I took from you. This room is such a lonely place without the presence of your face. I dread the thought of every minute I spend without you. I can't sleep without you snoring. I can't speak without you ignoring. Every word that I slur with a grin. 'Cause what's a drunked word without a wasted ear to take it in. Late nights and too much smoke is starting to catch up with me. My voice is almost broke. You're the only thing that gets it out of me. It's been six weeks now since I drank the night away with you. Now I'm drinking by myself to try and keep my thoughts away from you. I'd drive all night on three hours sleep to make sure you last another day. The things we do somehow just make my life complete, and I know you'll make my bed someday. I'm like a wino staring at an empty bottle. Looking at pictures of me and you. If I don't get a taste of you tomorrow, God only knows what I will do.
The Guardian | 22 Apr 2019