Rainey Days Pass

GETTING SOBER

You left me in October, said you were getting sober.

Turns out you were getting over me.

Oh can’t you see the

Flies that hover over your lies.

Tell me how many lives you have.

Is it truly over? Are you finally sober from me?

Oh can’t you see

 How I beg you down on my knees.

Please.

I miss blue skies and butterflies

Your bedroom eyes.

Now all we have is wildfire lies and lonely nights.