Save for a vacant laugh.    I’m getting nothing from this conversation.       Need this for tonight so I can hate myself tomorrow morning.    The morphine that drips from your skin seeps into open abrasions.       Just like a water color.    I want a thick black line.    But I’ll keep filing down established borders.    Angel…slipping dress…my god, am I really capable of this.       I’ll be the mistake you keep making. You be a sparkling silhouette.    Keep reaching.       Well, that skeptic sold us a faltering omen, but we’re home this time.   A plagiarized emotion shoved the door open,    But we wont be going home this time. I’ll stitch my own wound and sketch a new face before I touch her skin.       I just need to be inside.    I need this fucking canvas to paint a picture.    A religious type of normalcy or something…   Never mind, turn off the lights now.       Well, that skeptic sold us a faltering omen, but we’re home this time.   A plagiarized emotion shoved the door open,    But we wont be going home this time. I’ll stitch my own wound and sketch a new face before I touch her skin.      The drug that keeps us normal, dripping down a hopeless IV.       Thank God that it is finally over.