Last night, I knew what to say,
but you weren’t there to hear it.
This probably sounds rehearsed,
I feel so mad, I feel so angry,
I feel so calloused,
so lost and confused again.
I feel stupid and contagious;
Does anyone feel like how I feel?
Then you can relate to this.
I’ve become so numb,
I can’t feel you there.
So give me something I can feel.
Let me in your arms
to feel the beating of your heart, baby.
Hold me tight
and don’t let go.
Brush so lightly;
squeeze so tightly—
I know it feels so damn good.
Until a sour patch hits acid tongues,
and the taste of ink gets old.
Put the doctor on the phone—
I’m not making any sense.
But at least now,
I understand the hunger that I felt
that emanates from the smell, sight,
taste, and sound,
invasive like the smell of gas
climbing your nostrils as you pass.
Can you take a look around
at all the lights and sounds?
Watch them spin
Into a beautiful oblivion.
But if you let the light in,
it’s gonna cloud your eyes again.
Now, I can feel my eyes wandering,
So I guess I’ll see you—
I’ll see you around—
because even after everything
we never grew out of
this feeling that we won’t give up.
But I know that it’s a false sense of security.
And nothing’s gonna change
that hopeless feeling I get
when you say you understand
and I know that you can’t . . .