i'm gonna have to call you back
this has to be the worst damn morning that i've ever fucking had
i don't know how close i'll come to feeling like myself again
before the next time i wake up wasted, wondering where i am

i could really use somebody's help
last night i lost my keys and coat and phone and now i'm locked out of my goddamn house
i don't remember where we were when i lost my consciousness
the only memory i have is of you standing in my room in your floral dress

wake up, still drunk off
the last thing you said as you walked away
try to remember
the reason your insides are in the sink
your night gown, a thorn crown
the claws on your halo demand you bleed
slow down and cough out
the poison that made you fall half asleep

because if you don't soon, you're gonna wish you changed your tune
when your wallet's sitting empty
and your breath wreaks to death of booze
could this be why i'm sifting through my moods like phases of the moon
since i last saw you?

with both your hands shaking
your chin buried in your coat
you're tracing the snow as it slides across the outside of your window
then as subtle as a whisper
i hear you sputter out a sigh
and right as i try to grab your hand up off your thigh
you turned your face to meet mine, looked me dead in the eyes
and said

when will i learn that my body can't take this?
and when will i care that my habits aren't harmless?
and when will i try to mend my misdoings?
and who will it help if you've never fixed anything at all?