Another sip from my wine stained coffee cup. Reality is the fantasy but when it hits my blood that's when I start thinking about us.
Living the imperfect life night after night. Drinking clearly but feeling messed up inside.
The damage we made and the price that we paid because we were morally bankrupt but rich in other ways.
Another line on the bathroom counter. What kind of night will we encounter this time? Maybe we'll eventually forget what we did tonight.
We were the type that would dance in a dark room and still be laughing it all away. Sometimes I'd wonder what karma would bring today.
Every now and then I wish I could take it all back. But that would mean killing the fact we were ever real.
I lost my wallet, I lost my mind. I fell down the rabbit hole and what did I find? Alice crying on the kitchen floor while the Mad Hatter danced in the shower and Portia kicked in your car door.
In Wonderland is where our story began.
We sat around talking about the future and rehashing the past. You asked if I'd have another. . . .
As if you have to ask. . .
