It is 1:53am Wednesday morning.
I am high and you are lovely.
There are people talking in the kitchen,
A tap somewhere is running.
Maybe it’s the rain.
It is 1:54am Wednesday morning.
I am still high and you are still lovely.
The room is spinning,
my fingers are very hot.
I wonder what you are doing,
who you think of at night.
It is 1:56am Wednesday morning.
Yes, I am high. Yes, you are lovely.
You will still be lovely in a minute,
in a month, a year.
You are constantly lovely.
It is 1:57am Wednesday morning.
I can’t feel my body,
my arms have gone numb.
The only thing I can feel,
is the absence of you.