say perhaps to drugs

and then she says, 

i have to quit smoking.

and then she says,

she's disappointed in me.

and then she says,

she can't imagine going back.

but she never says:

   "i'm weak, 

    i'm sick,

              i'm following tides because i'm tired"

and then she says,

she's in rage.

maybe i am sick.

maybe i am following tides

because i'm tired.

i wonder who is,

i wonder who is.

exctinct suns

i wish i could

try swallow my own tongue

sometimes it hurts

         yes it hurts

and then it's all smoke,

see you can

swallow smoke

but i refuse to could up myself

with meaningless lies anymore.

all life has now been reduced

to a promise of you

out of reach

in a glass house

for my delight.

all life has now been reduced

to extinct suns,

forgotten midnights

and empty cinema seats.

i wish i could see your ghost

oh yes i do

maybe then

words wouldn't trip on me