High For Life
You're not satisfied
Eyes lacking passion
A burning sensation replaced with ice
Our intensity reduced to a mere glance
sitting in silence where the chatter used to live
I am an afterthought.
Letters you sent her
While I laid in wait
I am patiently going mad
Waiting for you to think of me first
You’re wanted more than I
The attention I crave is
trapped by your thoughtlessness
I want you to want me
Words that go down easy like hard liquor
I only nod
My self loathing is your burden
They were not jokes They are not jokes They will never be jokes
You only worry for me
I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care
You’re hard to reach
Late or Never at all
You arrive
I’ve realized how much you dread to answer
For I’m always too sobered
And you’re much too high for life
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