I don’t want to throw it in your face
so, I’d rather drink it myself
and let the red-hot go
hunting through my veins,
I’d even lay down,
for the grand finale;
but, you keep on scrolling…
Feeling pretty puerile,
I limp back glimpses –
fleetingly on the side,
but, you keep scrolling.
Are you just as bored as I am, with this game?
But, I have a needle in my heart
and all the salt in the great big world, or my tear glands
couldn’t draw it out-
so, I’ll just wait until we’re in bed
and everything is heavy and damp with my cloud of rain,
and you have to ask.