i’ve been drinking about you since last night.
you don’t know it but you’ve set our goodbye in motion. you’ve pulled back the curtain to this illusion that we have a future beyond bed sheets but we don’t, do we? you know this. the way you know cigarettes will kill you and though the smoke may keep you from seeing it, you know.
we were a good idea in the moment but not now.
now we’re sinking.