The Next Four Months

Maybe we could break your ankle clean and

unsuspiciously

An ER trip, a doctor's slip and you could share your

pills with me

Won't it feel so good though when we're lying

Side by side can't move and I'm not trying

Two thousand milligrams each

A hotel by the pharmacy

With drinking straws in toothpaste tubes

Stash them with your toiletries

And I will share my pills with you

Little Michael sleeping in the child safety seat

Lying with the windows rolled up in the August heat

Three thousand milligrams each

Four thousand milligrams

We're driving down the interstate

You're feeling great, you scratch your wrist

And we pretend your kids, your husband, all you left

does not exist

And in some motel that night we're lying

I can barely whisper

It's like dying

Baby do you know what I mean

Well baby, did you hear me?

Well baby, you fell asleep

I know I'm weak, I won't deny

We'll see our trial some day soon

When I know we're fucked I'll half the pile and share

my pills with you

'Cos we've felt fully in our bodies

And we've felt totally alive

So we're prepared to float above this dirty bed where

we both lie

Where we lie, lie, lie

Well we be fine?

Not this time