The Last Time

she tells me I’m too high
then lays on my chest    
listening to my heart beat    
I say its ok, I'll be fine    
    
I suggest another line    
as I kiss her neck and  
set up rails on my desk    
she nods as clock chimes    
   
this will be the last time    
I tell her, I’ll quit, I promise    
she gets up to pace and    
asks me to pass the wine    
   
then, I hear her sigh    
how much is enough?    
she asks, too much?  
all I can tell her are lies    
   
she implies I want to die    
then gets up and rushes    
to find her clothes while    
saying to take this as a sign  
    
I can’t stay on cloud nine    
she cries, I’m so sorry    
No, I reply, I am sorry.. Go!  
before you change your mind