Here I am in Sin City.
It was a four hour flight here,
Gazing through dirty windows at
Things I wish you could see too,
Because every long minute of that
impeccably long four hours
Was occupied by you.
But you are on a long car ride
And she fills your mind
past your ears
And out through your
Remember when you said
That I looked like her?
I saw someone that looked like you
And I was hit by all
The pointless things you gave me
A heart with
Density equivalent to
The hardest stone you can find.
But here I am.
And all I can see is the bright lights,
And how they shake like
They’re hiding something bruised.