If you were a pill I could slip in my coffee
I'd drink in your essence to help me sleep.
If you were a song or a page from a playscript
Then I could recite you in my unquiet dreams.
If you were a knife I think I'd let you cut me
We'd bleed out the demons and bleed out the dirt.
I need you here
And that's not complex
But I'm not sorry
I need you here
And that's not witty
But it's honest
If you were here right now instead of in this wordplay
We'd give up on masks and foolish conceits.
I need you here
With no more hiding
Behind language
I need you here
And that's not witty
And that's not clever
But it's honest.
