11-02-2015, 06:16 PM
This is it, I am one of those girls,
sitting on a sidewalk post-party.
I live just down the street, but I am too lost to go home.
I miss my friend, I need to talk to him
right now, right fucking now,
but he won’t pick up.
He never picks up.
I can’t go home like this.
My friends would not judge, but please forgive me:
tendrils of liquor still cling to my veins,
and I’m barely rational at the best of times.
My teeth dig into the back of my hand
and by tomorrow, I will have paid for my sins
with the shadowy quarters lying under my skin.
Sins can be paid for in quarters,
but shame demands a higher price,
so I shove my fingers down my throat
(like something else was not too long ago)
and pay with tears, bile, and white foam.
The roads are quiet, dark, and deep,
and down the middle, I walk, and think:
If phantom trucks roared down the street,
would I run or go to sleep?
They say that all roads lead to Rome
That’s great, but I need the one that goes home.
sitting on a sidewalk post-party.
I live just down the street, but I am too lost to go home.
I miss my friend, I need to talk to him
right now, right fucking now,
but he won’t pick up.
He never picks up.
I can’t go home like this.
My friends would not judge, but please forgive me:
tendrils of liquor still cling to my veins,
and I’m barely rational at the best of times.
My teeth dig into the back of my hand
and by tomorrow, I will have paid for my sins
with the shadowy quarters lying under my skin.
Sins can be paid for in quarters,
but shame demands a higher price,
so I shove my fingers down my throat
(like something else was not too long ago)
and pay with tears, bile, and white foam.
The roads are quiet, dark, and deep,
and down the middle, I walk, and think:
If phantom trucks roared down the street,
would I run or go to sleep?
They say that all roads lead to Rome
That’s great, but I need the one that goes home.