here
in this empty house
it's almost perfect
just sitting here in the basement
watching flashing lights
thinking about you play
in my intoxicated state of self
and I'm sorry that I feel this way
because I wish I could want anything more
but the thing is I probably could
only if I would allow myself the amount of breathe it would take
to fill the spot
that you have
so heres to now catching up to me
where I sit and only want you next to me
and the reminder in this flask
of how I never really left you
on those nights full of streets
because I wish I could have been with you
there or anywhere else
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