As I sit in my furnished chair
an my desolate, filthy apartment
I don't pay much for it I swear
but I feel like I'm gonna vomit
my emotions on the floor
remembering you forgot about our past
I was giving it my all you wanted more
I couldn't deliver and my memory faded fast

All of my good shirts
I had to throw away
The smell of you on them hurts
and I can't wash away your stain
It's all over but I can't get over you

Now I'm sleeping in my car
amongst the empty bottles and beer cans
empty like my heart
so I drink in public as a solitary man
no hope is in sight for me
as a token of you leaves me reminded
so I drink and I bleed
I want to drive home but the tears left me blinded

I wish that prayer worked
Then you'd still be here with me
you would be sleeping on my shirts
I would still here you breathing
now I have a fatalistic point of view
I've become such a burden
my amorous thoughts of you
leave me feeling like not much of a man and hurtin

very nice...all but the vomit

really I liked the vomit part.

Yor mind is HEAR, so YOU MUST be close,wink..
Nice READ and When you STOP looking BACK.
YOU will be able to move forwards,

Keep writing and keep being YOU!!!