need
how is i that i lay here
listening to sad songs and the pouring rain
letting vodka slip down my throat into my veins
counting seconds between lightning and thunder...
how is it that with this razor in my hand
and these selfish tears rolling down my flushed cheeks
how is it that you
your name
your touch
your voice
is the one thing
that stays in my mind
the one thing tonight
that keeps me ok