random thoughts that might escape me

and these are the words that i wrote on a napkin

at denny's 

and these are the words that i can't say so listen

clearly

this ink's all dry

in this ball-point pen

i guess i'll just use

my blood instead

is this our last dance?

is this our goodbye?

this can't be it 

no this can't be it 

i'll try god have i tried

commitment 

running from it

like an monster in a nightmare

a reoccuring dream

screaming at night

as i wake in cold sweat

and you're gone

never needed anyone 

now for once i need you

but i feel you slipping away