In The Mourning

I was on the ocean admiring the view
I saw you out there drowning but my boat was sinking too
I saw you wave your hand for help but I thought it was goodbye
And when you slipped under the surface I didn’t even try
I didn’t lift a finger, I didn’t write, I didn’t call
I didn’t come by and visit, I could’ve done them all
And maybe I could have saved you, the warning signs were there
But now you're cold and buried because I didn't care
And my whole life I wanted for me to be like you
So I went out and started getting fucked up too
And I didn’t take what happened to you as a warning
Is that why I can’t seem to go to sleep in the morning?

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