Had a drink and considered
I spent the night talkingÂ
To strangers on the internet
Blinking back and forth between
Hard my fingernails carved my palms
And every part of me shaking.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Why is this happening?”
I had at least a couple inches on you, right?
But you still snapped me in half
From five hours away you’re so
Talented how you can just break
People like that you really were
Made for the big stage, baby.
I feel so stupid for wanting your finger size
And looking for our future online
And planning for the end of the world
When you were just scanning the tops ofÂ
Crowds eyes searching for the glowing
Exit sign over the back door.
I hope the next time someone sleeps withÂ
Me they mean it at least in some way
But I wouldn’t be able to tell, right?
Because I always thought we were an
Open road or at least just a road.
I bet your father and best friend are so,
I wonder if you talk to God too.
Since you seem to be talking to everyone
–When the World Ended, shaky