I’m offering it out there
Dying to see your face.
It’s been an hour and there’s no response and I know I’ve done it all wrong.
I’m full of old acid and cat piss.
A weekend where I can see you amongst the sunflowers and cry at my pathetic hallucination.
Still writhing on this sea of feelings,
It still won’t dry up or go down the drain.
Prickly skin and eyes that can’t focus on anything anymore.
I can’t read signs around the city and I keep turning the wrong way.
Travelling is too hot.
Coming down from pills is too hot.
It’s far too hot waiting for your reply.