i looked up at your window
and pretended i could see you. you don't live there anymore. my mind wanders and i get lost in thoughts of you. i sleep to escape
because drinking kills you anyway. so why when i wake does my heart still ache?
your cup is still on the window sill. i'll bring myself to move it soon
i'll get lost in thoughts of you. you made the best impression: perfection on the page. the wildest of hearts will never be tamed