"hey, i'm sorry.
i've been stuck on the highway.
i hope you know
i've been trying
to tell you i need you
to not be alone.
i need you to tell me
you won't let me go.
and i know that's not that shit that we do
where we talk sometimes but not like we used to
while we hide ourselves in small hotel rooms
and drink until the minibar has been fully abused
and i know that's not the shit that we do
while i cough my lungs up in an emergency room
and you contemplate my impending doom
whispering for me to come back to you
so i know
you'll probably ignore me
for a couple of days
which'll probably torture me
you'll come back
say nothing has happened
when the pain is aching
and all too drastic
and you'll tell me that
i should be happy
and i'll tell you no.
and i know that's not that shit that we do
but now we're exchanging our drunken breakthroughs
and i'm beginning to think if i left i'd miss you
and i'm starting to ponder if you think that you'd miss me too
and i know that's not that shit that we do
but somewhere along the line i became dependent on you
and i know there are certain things you can't undo,
but if i can't say i love you i shouldn't say i need you
i love you
YOU ARE READING
let bartlet be bartlet / i promise... & playing with lighters
Poetry// tracklist // i can feel the good vibes leaving me now i was just testing the water and i found myself drowning in you they thought about putting me in remedial english until they found the letters i wrote for you an open letter to my girl i fill...
