Ide

I didn't beware the march of I'ds
Before or after you fell away from my arms on the 15th
Came back empty and fooled me again
I'd never do this
But I did it and the memory is carved into my every pounding migraine
I held your hand as if you were all that separated me
From rocks jutting up from a bay one thousand feet below

A2?
A2?
Tons
of
alcohol,
no
stabilization
gyroscope

I let you drop (like a rocket, baby, oh oh-oh)
I'm still washing you out of my eyes. . .
Whenever I look back to that back seat I see a. . . a banshee
With a shotgun blast for a face
All covered in black ink floating in from extradiegetic space
Well that's a tongue lolling out
I think I see a tooth dangling
Perhaps perhaps, you were once a human being
Guzzle guzzle, drink and smoke and drink and smoke
The black ink keeps floating
My throat keeps tugging itself down
I'm home
Lucky I no longer smell your ghost
Or find your hair
I should be able to wipe my mind clean
I should be able