Commitment issues
Memory of carrying you
Home under the stars
That barely shown through
The pollution of the city’s sky
Heaven hung just out of reach
That night I think that was when
I officially began to lose my mind
This is the first time I haven’t had
To think “what if they don’t make it to my next birthday?”
Instead, I’m busy worrying about me
Slowly dying in the shower since
I banned myself from the local bar
That I went to after deciding against your arms