It’s late
and I’m overdrawn.
Too drunk
to think about withdrawals.
Too early
for me to call,
but I look you up
and stare at your picture.
Makes me want
to throw my phone away,
but I can’t afford
anymore mistakes.
The straight and narrow
arrows of misfortune
have always been
of my own making.
Is it too late
to change my mind?
Feel like I’m walking
the wrong line.
This one isn’t mine,
but I’ve made my way
so far along it
it’s starting to feel right.
Makes me want
to throw it all away,
but if I did,
would you give case?
Follow me down
all the way
to the ground.
Would you join me
in my wreckage and my flames?
Maybe I can wait
a few more hours
until you wake.
Making any call
in this state
is just a waste.
Close my eyes
and let my breath escape.
When I wake,
we’re gonna talk.
Either that,
or I’m gonna fall.
We’ll see
if I have the guts to call.
I know this isn’t fair to you at all.
DJR – 2023
