morning after.

wipe of yesterday's makeup and
act like you
didn't hear what he said
These sober moments
they make me for
closer to death as it ever was
and I say, hands full
how can I know where I am going
if I don't know where I've been
on nights like this you
could slay a dragon, but
not walk the straight line.
When you laugh in the
direction of the wind
it comes back as sobbing
but it doesn't matter
sound can be recycled
under glass they come back on
wishes and second thoughts
you can bear witness
to this tangled mess I've
made of my life.