alyeska

I may use whiskey to hide the pain,
But it never goes away.
Until I see your face.
You always have the right words,
but the passion is all mine.
You think you know what is going on,
You have no idea.
But I need you.

Every word,
Every night,
Every badly sung lyric on my part.

It's all I ever wanted.

And soon, I'll be singing these bad songs
In my car,
Speakers broken,
On my way to you.

But my patience is wearing thin.