thursday night.

Thursday Night
We’re dead…
I wish I…were dead.
WE’RE DEAD…
I wish I… were dead…

Chilly Thursday night turns to me. Asks: “What’s goin’ on?”
Cold. Empty. Cold, empty words reverberate inside my heart when they belong in my head!

“We’ve been together three years and all you can say is ‘WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?!’”

Go running.
Where? I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.
Why? Used to be so that when you unbuttoned my shirt, you’d see ‘em: ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX – PACK – ABS!
Go running…
Go running…

Calmest Thursday night.
This is the most peaceful Thursday night I’ve ever seen…
The clouds are placed in evenly spaced pillows…
Bouncing… Bouncing… Bouncing… BOUNCING…

Grab… Chest…
That chest used to be mine, y’know…
I used to know where it was… It was mine…
Now someone else grabs it…
Someone else… grabs it…
GO RUNNING!!!
Where am I running?
DON’T KNOW. KEEP RUNNING.
Run so you can feel the shortness of breath that you felt when she kissed you!
Run so your eyes can dilate like they did when you saw her naked!
Run so you can feel the cramps in your side as when you couldn’t see her!
Run so your heart stops like when she walked in the door in her prom dress!

Grab my chest so as to not let my heart fly away…
Feel the tingle in my arm as if she touched it…
Drop to my knees in order to say:
“Please! Let me in!”
Fall on my back in order to stare…
Up to the stars… So… Calm… So… Peaceful…
Breathe… Watch air move… Breasts rise… Eyes glaze over…
So… Peaceful…
Most lovely Thursday night I’ve ever seen… You’re the most lovely Thursday night I’ve ever seen…

We’re dead…
I wish I… Were dead…
We’re dead…
We’re dead…

I wish I…
Dead…