[Flashback] <br /> <br />You know <br />sometimes I think I'm still <br /> <br />afraid of you <br />and sometimes maybe I'm still in love with you <br /> <br />other times I sometimes still wake up with a dry mouth <br />and cold sweats <br />screaming your name <br /> <br />until my throat is so sore damn I swear I'm gonna bleed <br />gagging on those memories <br />those ghosts of bloody noses and broken mirrors <br />keep me up all night like alley cats <br />raping each other in the street <br />But I also think that ain't all <br /> <br />[Hangover] <br /> <br />because after all these long and tired weather beaten years <br />when we both stopped looking like we <br />did when we were sixteen and got gray haired and bitter <br />I think we both know that <br />we can never really leave each other <br /> <br />[Overdose] <br /> <br />That's why after all this time we can meet up <br /> <br />we can eat some stolen pills <br /> <br />chug a beer or two and finish off a warm bottle of wine <br /> <br />then talk about all those old hard knock times <br /> <br />while <br /> <br />we can sit together on your bed <br />and use <br />super glue <br />to patch up <br />dirty glass cuts you made all over your legs<br /><br />Smack Thompson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vicodin-and-wine/
