Left Behind

I hate you mirror

what can i say?

you show me this face

that i hate everyday



the car speeds with haste

the vodka lost its taste

we spilled every last drink

to our stomaches, that crave



i still hate my phone

in my reflection i can see

every single contact

never contacts me



the sunset and sun fall

the best part of my day

al coh ol

one hand a cup

the other

drugs rolled up

just to sleep

i feed my need



i knew i missed the sun

but i didnt realize how much

and i knew i missed her touch

but her touch aint what i loved



so if i was in tip top shape

i would draw out our dreamscape

"take a look at the sky of your mind"

and ill point out what you left behind



me, and a memory.