these lonesome nights

 

sometimes these walls

feel like they are closing

in on me

 

some might think of

that as a nightmare

 

i consider it a wish

 

these lonesome nights

alone

 

looking at the stars

and wondering which

god did i piss off this

time

 

and there goes the one

you love

 

off to go drink in a bar

with all the men you

know you can’t compete

with

 

one of these days you’ll

find the courage to tell

her how you feel

 

perhaps after that bottle

of gin is empty

 

perhaps after the

ammunition is

purchased

 

perhaps after she walks

out the door once again