when you base your whole identity on reaction against somebody it’s the same as being in--

i tend to forget when i drink.
i’m doing it again i think
a hand to hold, an ego to flatter,
‘cause you were the wineskin, i was the bladder.

time passes, events fall away
(i don’t think they’ll hurry). hurry up,
i’m blacking out, high on the vapor,
‘cause i was the typo, you were the liquid paper.

talk it over, talk it, overtalk it.
the answer’s still the same:
it’s discontent, humiliation,
‘cause you were the theme and
i was the variation!

try to take a less dramatic course of action;
this attraction-introspection-diction
predilection is breaking my heart again,
breaking my heart again.…