it was another long day
my pain has worsened.
while I lie in this gutter
just about out of pills
I'll enjoy these last few
and where are you? Paris?
for some reason I always imagine you in Paris
high on cocaine
talking a million miles an hour
about something Brilliantly important
then your favorite song comes on the radio
and for a moment everything is perfect
that's how I always imagine it
you standing up above me
beaming with pride
happy with your friends
every joke funnier than the last
with kisses so sweet
so I sit in those moments
so impossibly real
though seeming so clear
I can almost smell the air
while the rats stir my bed
and break my focus
I still think of you
from my stay in this gutter.
forgive me my love
the rats insist it's time for some rest
