Bron (Explicit)

Little brown bottle on the desk

Name on the label like a friend I trust

Cold spoon

Slow pour

Cherry on my tongue

Clock on the wall getting soft in the dusk

Breath getting heavy in my chest

Thoughts drip thick

Syrup in my head

Messages blink on the cracked screen blue

But the room folds in

And it’s just me and you

Bron

You’re stealing all my Sundays

Painting all my mornings dark red

You got your fingers on my lungs

Babe

Rocking me to sleep in your bed

Bron

Every cough is an excuse

Every dose a deeper bruise

I say I’m in control

But you know I’m gone

Singing lullabies with you

Bron

Nurse at the clinic says

“you’re fine”

I just nod

Hide the shakes in my sleeve

Lines on the pad

Little scribbled lies

“Take as needed

” I decide what I need

Friends talk sharp through a cotton wall

Laughs sound far

Like another life

I keep you tucked in my backpack small

Like a tiny storm on a plastic tide

Bron

You’re stealing all my Sundays

Painting all my mornings dark red

You got your fingers on my lungs

Babe

Rocking me to sleep in your bed

Bron

Every cough is an excuse

Every dose a deeper bruise

I say I’m in control

But you know I’m gone

Singing lullabies with you

Bron

How did a teaspoon turn to this?

Me measuring my worth in sips

Calling every shiver “just a chill”

Trading all my joy for a little still

Bron

You’re stealing all my Sundays

Painting all my mornings dark red

You got your fingers on my lungs

Babe

Rocking me to sleep in your bed

Bron

Every cough is an excuse

Every dose a deeper bruise

I say I’m in control

But you know I’m gone

(yeah I’m gone, I’m gone)

Singing lullabies with you

Bron