Sober

You've been sober now

For a few days and I bet that it helps

You to not send me a text

That says you love me still

And the only thing that I've done

This month is drink beer and

Masturbate and ignore phone calls from you

What else am I supposed to do?

Because the last image of you I remember

Is your hunched-over back on the side of the bed

Telling me that I shouldn't leave

And I didn't wanna lie, I guess

When you asked me if I loved you less

In the passenger side of my car, so I didn't respond

And the last image of me you remember

Is my hunched-over back on the driver's side

Begging you to get out when you said that you wanted to die

Can't you see that's the kind

Of shit that I can't be the one to decide?

But if you asked me now, I'd want you alive

And it's a chilling confidence that I don't need you anymore

But you knew that, I'm sure

Honesty broke the glass of the bottle

That I struck at the door

When I couldn't do this any longer

Now I don't even think of you when I am sober

Now I don't even think of you when I am sober