A Girl Shaped Hole

We T(a)lk for hours, maybe even days

I’m not all that sure

time flys when I’m with her

and ever time I (g)et real close

(I) feel he(r) s(l)ip out of my grip

(s)(h)e’s one b(a)d tri(p)

And wh(e)n I think she feels the same

I get shot (d)own

wit(h) that familiar pain

she fills me up

like a cl(o)gged drain

sti(l)l sh(e) flows through me

like the blood in my vein