4:30 A.M

It's 4:30 in the morning
don't know why I'm awake...
might be my cravings
Those damn night sweats fucking kill me.
Last night I missed you...
I missed both of them...
the feeling of nodding off
and the smell of his skin.
So, I drank some beers
like that'd help a whole fucking lot.
All it did was make me cry
and wait for the phone to light up
with a message from him.
That message never came until 4:00.
I heard the vibration of the phone
and it was like my skin crawling
down my spine.
It gets that way when I'm fiending.
I needed him last night.
Get my mind off of things.
Maybe lay me down in his truck
and touch me nice and rough.
  Just the way I like it.

Now, I sit here lonely.
Now I got the fucking chills.
I need him here to hold me
he would be...if he knew.
He's such a goody goody
he has no fucking clue.
Not a tatoo on any of those
strong sexy arms or back.
Never done a single drug.
If you undressed me
you'd see tattoos every where
and I've done every drug in the book.
Yay, me.

I'm  scared today.
I'm really fucking scared for tomorrow.
Back to the town of great fortune.
That town known for H.
On everything I love....
     please help me.