I'll never smell the sick scent
of cigarettes and cheap perfume,
or see those beating lights of pink and yellow
coming from the next room
or feel like I am sleepwalking
just a lifeless body
of ecstasy
and vodka
or hear "Pour Some Sugar On Me"
And dance in the middle
of a crowded house party
or wander through bodies dancing
as my gaze starts to spin in a still room
or feel a humid breeze of a July night
without thinking of you.

A band plays outside
your band plays outside
your hair is long and curly and black
and you're wearing a grey button up shirt
with black pinstripes
and there is a violet hue around you
as your fingers trace up and down
the neck of your bass guitar
the sounds you produce,
so thick
I can feel it in my chest
and sit on a bed nowhere near my own
wondering how we got here
the vodka takes over
when you offer me a line,
and I take it
and you take control of me.