Delilah, I miss you
I miss the smell of your warm laundry sheets
miss the taste of your maple lips.
Delilah, I long for you chick
I miss our never-ending walks on the beach
toes in the sand and necks snapped back
The smell of heavy ash in the air fiddling with our nostrils
Glasses chattering around us our hands held together,
fingers laced in empty promises
You promised you wouldn’t give in
to the fuzzies
You promised me as you drank a little more.
You held my pinky as you lied spilling pills into your full, full lips
I miss your soft mazarine and gray eyes
I miss your softness your gentle touch
I miss you, Delilah
But sometimes, when I drink the stars
I taste our last day together
I get this fuzzy feeling, Delilah
the one you’d tell me you got from drugs
Oh Delilah love
When I drink the stars and shout
to the moon
I think of you. I think I miss you a little less when I give into the fuzzies
Is that why you gave into the fuzzies
To forget I was dying
Is that what I’m giving in to the fuzzies
To forget you already died
Oh, Delilah this is my last fuzzy star drink
I can tell
Soon I’ll join you behind the moon in front of the stars everywhere.
Because I miss you, Delilah.
I missed you when I wasn’t dying
I missed you when I wasn't, Delilah.