Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving..

It always gets harder to come in early,
Chasing after words when they won't come to you.
Bring that cigarette to your vodka lips,
Let me bum a smoke to burn down what we built up,
Can you hum a note from the songs we used to sing?
Is this the last time we'll ever feel ok?
I'm thinking of our best kiss,
Dreaming of a death wish.
These words have become bars-
Break me out.
Take me out.
Build a bridge across my attention span.
Making advances like the military.
Fighting for a chance to get back what we lost.
It's harder to find things that don't remind me,
so don't remind me.
We'll sit and wait for someone else to do just what we want to.

dm.