Not The Principle Of It

They were getting high in the bathrooms
Pretending no one knew
With their bags under falling fans
They were holding hands
Without a care for anyone
Joking about razors and guns

I hope love’s more than a drug
So that it will be enough
More than blue lips and cut veins
More than a mistake
For lonely people
Looking for a getaway

She said if this isn’t love
I don’t know what is
Smoke blown out of closed lips
It’s an empty fix
Faded ashes led to their last kiss
They know they won’t be missed

Her parents sent her away
For help and space
Therapy in a different state
In her graphic tee
Now she’s just a memory

He’s moved on
Not a savior
Not a killer
He tries to forget all the time
He spent with her