THE TIME IS TWO IN THE MORNING AND IM LISTING TO YOUR FAVOURITE SONG CONTEMPLATING LIFE AND WONDERING WHERE THE FUCK I WENT WRONG I WANT TO GO ON A WALK AND BUY A PACK OF CIGARETTES AND SMOKE THEM WITH YOU ALL NIGHT LONG UNTIL THE SUN SHINES BRIGHT BUT I ONLY KNOW THAT THE TASTE WOULD REMIND ME OF YOU AND I WOULD END UP SAUNTERING STRAIGHT UP TO YOUR DOORSTEP WITH A STOG IN BETWEEN MY TEETH AND AN EXTRA ONE FOR YOU DANGLING ON THE MEASLY SPACE BETWEEN MY SORE AND CALLOUS FINGERS I NEED A DOSE OF YOU TO HELP CEASE MY WITHRAWAL SYMPTOMS BUT THE VOICE AT THE BACK OF MY HEAD JUST TELLS ME THAT DOING SO WOULD ONLY MAKE EVERYTHING WORSE BUT I DONT SEE THE HARM IN WALKING INTO YOUR HOUSE AND FOLLOWING THE TRAIL OF WHAT USED TO BE MY TEARS UP TO YOUR BEDROOM AND STRIPPING DOWN TIL IM WEARING NOTHING AND SLIDING INTO BED BESIDE YOU AND JUST FEELING YOUR WARMTH RADIATE BUT NONE OF THESE IS GOING TO HAPPEN BECAUSE WHERE ARE YOU OH RIGHT UNDERGROUND BECAUSE I WASNT MYSELF WHEN I MURDERED YOU
