Excuse me,

I’ve been drinking 
Just sitting here now
‘Cause I’ve been thinking 
You ought to be here with me
Instead, though, you don’t even see
How much I rip my chest open for you
Revealing my heart to all that you do
To me
It’s torture, you know
When you’re not here
I sit, stare and think
But nothing is clear
Please just return yourself
Next to me
So I can hold you closely
And together we can be

(Written while drunk. Can’t even remember this! Not sure I like the ending much.)

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