Friday the 13th

 Ethan Jewell "Denver"

It's two in the morning
I'm sitting on the bathroom floor, it's cold
And you're sleeping soundly in my bed
In my clothes
And now they smell like you
And I will wear them for months
And think of you next to me
And the smell will fade
And I will feel lonely and empty and angry again
It's two in the morning and I'm realizing this is real
I can't run from it
I can't lock it in a pretty box with a bow
I can't drink it away
I can try
I store my heart next to my liver
My drink is filled with you
And alcoholism runs in my family
It's two in the morning and I hate this feeling
The day after tomorrow after tomorrow
I will say goodbye to my best friend
He will walk away while looking back
I will do nothing to stop him
He will change and I will change many times
Before I see him again
It's two in the morning
And the week after next I will say goodbye to half of my heart
Yes, I'll still function
The other half will beat and supply blood to my body
But it will be dull and grey blood
Alien and foreign
Not sure how to exist within this body
Yes, it will pump blood into the aching tree that is my limbs
My blood vessels reaching out
Branches that will not feel your touch for months
Roots grounded to you
Half of my heart will be gone
And I hate that
And I hate that
And I hate that
And I really hate Friday because that's what you leave
And I f*cking hate Denver because it holds you from me
And I f*cking hate crying, gasping for air, over the sink
And I f*cking hate that we'll be forgotten
One day just washed out to sea
And I'm drowning without you
My coffin locked shut
And my insides are out
And I'm spilling my guts
And I hate when I'm empty
And I hate when you're gone
And I hate when I'm too tired to just tag along
And I hate the flight home, my heart will sink this plane
And I hate that there's no one to blame
And I hate when I'm ripped down the middle apart
And I really hate Denver, it steals half of my heart
I really hate Denver, it steals half of my heart