tomorrow never came quick enough
and the lights never flickered off quick enough
and i'm gonna miss
your nicotine-stained fingertips
reaching for me in the middle of the night,
you stringing me around your fingers like
a spiderweb and stretching all my organs
into a pretty little bracelet and
the sound of my heart between your teeth.
with a gun barrel in the dent of my head,
i never did think much of the metal fragments
that keep my axons charged.
and tomorrow's never gonna come quick enough
and the lights have never been blotted out so suddenly.
the tables are always gonna be there staring me down
with their golden flare candles and the romance
bleeding down their white wax sides. and i miss
your nicotine-stained fingertips
curled into your palm and the smack of
meat against meat and the shock of impact
shuddering through my bones, turning them to dust
or something more. if i can't remember tomorrow
then ask me right now when it's clear in my head.
and these refrains might mean nothing to an amnesiac,
but i never forgot the scent of your skin when its
playing on my tongue and the feel of your fury is
blazing against my flesh like a hot iron.
and sometimes i think that abuse might be
the only kind of love i'm ever going to find.
because if you want to control me
then maybe you care, i wasn't sure then
and i'm never sure now. but all i know
is that the ache and break of bruises make me feel like
there's concrete growing between the fibers of my muscles
and tomorrow's never gonna get here quick enough
with me chasing down the dreams of today.