tired of these drunken evenings   listening to my staggered breathing   nowhere to fall back in but to sleep   you're beautiful in dreams   where words pour from my mouth in streams   rivers i could never recreate      i dreamed you traced worlds against my back   i dreamed you'd never known me      last night i said that this would be my last   you took up so many pages   the same dead words in different phrases   so much i'm almost out of ink   woke up january rain   idly sliding down the window pane   i had a dream you taught me how to speak      i wrench my hands around my neck   cuz i didn't speak   cuz i was suffocating   it's about time i started to believe   i promise this will be the last one