The Taste Of Revenge.

I don't want to miss you, it just seems to happen.

Like the seasons that change, the green in my leaves;

Just a false interpretation, of who I really am.

Three or four drinks in an entire week;

Replacing pain with cigarettes and coffee,

Images on a screen.

Random love scenes with meaningless flings.

I don't want to miss you, but how are you?

The weather man doesn't seem to know;

A few outsiders; they don't have a clue.

Maybe after a date with the bottle, I'll have enough

Stupidity to ask you.

I slept with your ex best friend;

Some fucked up, bitter, sweet, revenge,

Yet in the midst of intoxication, I seem to forget

My good intentions entangled in regret.

Selfishness as I glance in the mirror;

Sometimes I smirk, sometimes there's fear.

It's only been a few months, my morals seems to disappear.

He's been using those needles again, hiding the marks on his skin.

Love, bandages don't do the trick. Just a shitty pop song, lies so thick.

I recall a day before this cross- section love and hate;

The thing is, before I noticed you, I noticed him.

Other women can relate.

The days before he was begging for my prescriptions. Grazing through

My bottles, opening lids, reciting milligrams.

He is you, you are him. I get the two confused

As I retrace my steps.

Pathological lies leave footprints;

I am so disgusted, by the taste of your bullshit.

I slept with your ex best friend.

In the moment, it was perfect revenge.

Passing women around, like you pass handfuls to your friends.

He cries on the phone; he doesn't want to be alone.

Everyone's been alone for so long. We've all be alone.

We're all alone.

I have no pity for or towards your loneliness.

We all have, we all are fucking emptiness.

You don't trust anyone,

And I don't give a shit.

I don't want to miss you, sometimes I just do.

Wish I'd get a phone call, or maybe just a note.

I don't want to be your friend or maybe I do.

I just want you to know, I still think about you.

Revenge always seems a lot better than it tastes.

Bitter like the powder shoved in my face.

Same lies, different names.

Different baggage, same games.

I just hope you're okay;

And in case you ever wonder;

I am.

I've slept around, a night or two.

Seems there's nothing else to do. As winter draws closer, it's so difficult to be

So careful.

I just hope you're alright.

And in case you ever wonder, I am

I always will be

Just.

Fine.