Wicked Thirst - Matthew Vincent, The American Scene

I woke up and it hurt

I dragged you through the dirt

One or too many times

I balanced on the edge of what I really meant

One or too many times

Oh autumns ending love

You won’t last long enough

Oh sickness unto death

Is that my name on your breath?

Singing in your sleep that you’re still afraid of me

Thrashing through the night, I couldn’t keep still I couldn’t stay here

Oh no, why couldn’t I?

There’s a dozen different things I wish you hadn’t seen

Everything is embarrassing when you’re sober sweating out the weekend I’d

rather not know how you got home I sleep so much better when you’re in bed

alone

Oh baggie full of best friends

Where you and I begin

Oh pocket full of poison

Inhale me erase them

Singing in your sleep «This is all you’ll ever be, buzzing in a bar off Fifth

Street Too high to tell the truth tonight»

I pressed you and it changed

A little smoke into boiling rain

And you picked at my skin till you could see

All the cracks in me