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i drag my heart around this half-dead town
searching for the beat and wearing out
anyone who will still talk to me

because i forget names and faces
i lose track of time and places
while drink is the only key to sleep

if i try to get a good night's rest and
pray to the stars for dreamless peace
i wake up shaking at 3am
your shadow stirring in my cold bed

the ghost of your touch calling out my
horror of hands on your hips belonging to
bastards with names sticky on your lips
quickly, sharply, repeating, breathing

i drag my heart half-dead around this town
blurry stop signs and red lights recalled
we probably shouldn't speak again

the sunrise is scantily sobering memories
smiling photos that forgive without forgetting
the blinding distance between the two

i need to find a cure for the potions
i've been curing this loneliness with
like my rant when you asked casual:
"how are you doing?" a speakeasy password

all the crazy options are in the vending machine
i just refuse to choose anything but the old favorite
button has a groove where my thumb stays too long
each time i hold out for misery on the rocks

i drag my half-dead heart around this town
searching for the sheet music so i can
build a synthesizer to remind me of
what this meaty lump used to sound like:

         hope-love
    hope-love
hope love will be enough to keep
two faithless children together

not more money and better makeup sex
not cleaner kitchens and consciences
just a growler full of dedication
and endless shots of tenderness

half-dead, i
drag my heart
around
photo by ricky adam ([link])
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MensjeDeZeemeermin's avatar

Very honest portrayal of emotions and distractions in motion.