Bullets


I’ll let you drown
in your sorrows
if you let me drown
in these pills.

Anything’s better
than being alone
in this town.

I wouldn’t know good
if it hit me in the face,
it all feels like bullets
just the same,
up in the air
and
ringing
in my ears.

But really,
what is good
other than fleeting
distraction?

Doesn’t matter,
I can’t feel my face
anyway.

You’re numb
and I’ve got you
staring down
the barrel
of a gun.

Do you even know
where we are?

Can you see
what’s up
ahead?

It’s okay,
you’ve still got me,

I’ll be your eyes,
I’ll never leave.


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