Despite all the constant tugs of circumstance, I stand my ground. I shall wait for the dawn, wait till' the sun reaches the horizon, though I know if I wait too long, it will be gone. The world can go on, and I can stay right here. Sometimes I want to dance to the beat of the times, but soon enough I pull myself out of all the madness. I stop only to realize that i'm gone again, another number has started.
Expectations rise as my stiff brow softens. There is a jungle under the cotton covers. I wake up to a constant headache every time you call me through the wall. I cover my ears yet I still hear. Rocking back and forth doesn't help, either. I try to sing to myself until there's nothing left to hear.
Hear you through windows, hear you through glass.
Hear you through concrete, hear you through brass.
For the third time this week you are drunk at my doorstep, and I close the screen door in your face. Waiting drains my whiskey blood, and I shall be left with nothing but a sober romance. I'll make sure that's all it will be. No intoxication, I don't want to make you sway, not anymore.
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying.
No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine.
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