It's almost one
But maybe two or three,
Even four in other parts
I miss you,
And you and you
And everyone who isn't reading this
Just for the sake of missing
(without being missed)
Do you feel me?
Do you feel cold?
Come shiver with me
(just ignore the unused blankets)
Are you there?
Why not here?
Can't you see i'm dying?
I can't recall
Being born
Though i've crawled back inside my womb
(what a funny word)
Where are my razors?
Where's the cocaine?
What about all the designer drugs?
(pills with fashion sense)
So can i call it nothing yet?
Can i call myself
Or will you break my bottle again?
And when will i get another?
(it'll never happen)
Is your love real?
Is it even fake?
Or is it just the ice
That i swallowed like gum last december?
(you know it stays in your stomach for three years)
Nine months, and counting--
Now what was that about a womb?

If anyone is reading this
Explain to me
Why i am so lonely