Secret Window Secret Addiction

Half eaten meals and empty cigarette packs crowd the table Dirty clothes and empty bottles litter the floor  I swear I'm not a wreck  I just look like one Regrets from the past Don't look so bad When you drink a little vodka
and let time pass Thunder in the distance and a wind that chills me to the bone I've been cold all day Saggy hat, saggy sweater, maybe I'm just trying to hide Nothing to do Except so much
but what can I do Cigarette butts stick out from the cracks Much like weeds begging for sun I just want to talk and dance and drink
but it's getting later and later What to do  What to do I'm covered in bruises and cuts Where do they come from I can't remember I don't let myself remember much these days It's easier that way Forgot my own phone number  Forgot my lighter Forgot my pay check at work Forgot how to love so I decided not to try I smell like shampoo and smoke Maybe it should just rain and stop threatening   Written: Aug. 28th 2010.