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Mar 03, 2008 - 08:36 AM PST

ntoxicants dont handle pain the way they used to
before it all got serious
and hand in hand has meant so much more
when the other was well intentioned
now sleepless nights arent handled well
tissues run and hide from this dripping fellow
who lays awake five am singing softly in his head
to the ghost that lays beside him in bed
a shadow of a perfect lover, the other side
of his daydream wonder
i feel an aching sick inside, i won't lie
it's been there three nights, since waking up with a fright
with her name on my tongue and some crazy eyed sight
all i find are memories of better times, that ive stumbled beyond

id like to wake to a spine pushing against mine
instead of this sad face and a name unanswered.
its real inside.