Satiated

I’ve been dreaming of the maps I made
On your back
You said that summer was a wish
You would retract

I’m still smoking that same damn pack
Of cigarettes
Wasting away my pretty face just like you
Wasted my days

I don’t even want that anymore
I don’t even wish that you stayed
My writer’s itch became a bitch
I couldn’t satiate

I don’t know what has been plaguing my mind
As of late
We’re sending letters but we never
Communicate

Cause even if you poured it all out for me
What am I do to with liquor now that I can’t drink?

I don’t even want that anymore
I don’t even wish that you stayed
My writer’s itch became a bitch
I couldn’t satiate
I don’t even want that anymore
I don’t even want that, no
I don’t even want that anymore