19 November 2008

deanna prall

nothing else
deanna prall

I don't know what it is about the blood
stain on this concert tee
that makes me miss you
you with that special baggie
that always seemed to refill itself,

I shouldn't care, nor do i want to
but yet, i still do
I mean, despite this demon,
you are still a person too
and I miss you

So many songs play as I watch the sunrise
but this time I'm all alone
staring out the window with an empty gaze
maybe it's not even you i miss
maybe it's the devil on your coffee table
and the taste of it

then again
that's all we ever had

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