romantic poetry / halsey

1.5

You're freaking out.
We're standing in the shower again.
Trying to drown the things that climb into your aching head.

I'm running out.
The corner store is closing in ten.
I come back with a new pack to ease your emptiness.

We're hollow eyed and bittersweet,
Rolling round room 93.
Stopping just so we can breathe.
Don't you know I'm trying for ya.

Think I'm gonna make you mine.
Tipping back that number 9.
I should probably take my time.
But you know I'm dying for ya.

We're falling out.
Bring this together again.
Stuck in a fallacy of what a lover's supposed to be.

You're spilling out
The liquor that we're drinking again.
Stuck in the solace of the bottle and the finer things.