Glass on the Table

Half-empty glass on the table Lipstick ring Little halo of red You said you’d be right back soon Now it’s just echoes in my head Slow spin of the ceiling fan Shadows dance across the wall Laugh track from the room next door I’m not laughing at all I keep falling in slow motion Down in the deep of your ocean Dark in my chest But my eyes stay bright Hurting and hoping at the same time I keep drowning in devotion Lost in the pull of your potion Tears taste bitter But I still drink light Breaking and building in the same night Your jacket’s still on my chair Smells like rain Like late July I replay the small mistakes Till your “forever” runs dry But there’s a spark under the ashes Little glow under all this blue If the dawn can crawl through the curtains Maybe I can crawl back to me too Heartbeat Hush In Out Breathe Count to ten Let it leave Then a rush in my ribs Tiny rise in my chest If I made it through you I can make it through the rest