Jail Socks
Poplar Avenue
I wish I never said those things to you
That at the time I really thought I meant
When I called you drunk from Memphis Tennessee
I couldn’t comprehend the gravity of things to come

I should learn to keep my fucking mouth shut
It had only just begun to breach the surface
Feel the drip down my throat
Numbing my insides
I feel what I want to

I say “what’s up”
I say “not much”
It only gets worse from here
But nothing ever felt so fresh
When I came down and put your hand onto my chest
But nothing ever felt so fresh
The way you pressed your lips on to my neck
And no I don’t consider you a friend
God knows I still wish you all the best

Softly spoken in your bedroom
See your phone light on the ceiling
Lets me know that you’re not listening
Why can’t I get through?
You in my arms is all that I need
So why can’t
Why can’t I
Why can’t I get through to you?
Why can’t I
Why can’t I get through to you?