"Late night, laying in the dark

Memorizing

The back of my eyelids

No questions asked

Because the drugs make me queasy

And

His voice makes me guilty

(all sweet daggers)

And I know he's wondering if he can keep doing this,

Keep saving me

While

The pill rolls between the pads of my fingers

Like a bomb

Ticking

Ticking

Down my throat

Smooth as a honey-drenched razor.

He loves me when I'm down,

Hates me when I'm high

But in the end it's all the same:

'I just don't want to feel anything.'"

10:37pm 10/27/2005