the air she said
john sweet
it's just the air
she said
thick and blue
and i can't think straight
and the sun
is never warm enough
and i need someone to hold me
and i haven't felt the same
since my father died
haven't found anyone
who tastes as sweet
and i don't expect you
to understand
and i don't want your pity
or your condescention
and god she said
all i fucking want anymore
is a new addiction
to drown in
