Drifting

I don't know where I'm going.
Just lost, floating around aimlessly, while everyone else goes on their merry and happily planned ways.

And then you look at me and say
Oh I love your ways...

Crumpled unsent letters and burnt out candles, cigarettes, rain, breath misting in the night air.

I smell sex and candy, yeah...who's that lounging in my chair?

Just ignore all the stop lights, like always. There's a good boy.

And it's too late to say you're sorry...

Zigzag glass stems, reflect, refract.

Fearless on my breath...

All I can taste are blood and tears.