sleepless sorrow

there's a spider in my window
and it's hiding from the smoke
of a distant fire burning
in a memory i now call home.

curtains hang worthless above my head
a makeshift screen from the world made from an old lovers bed
out of the sheets we laid on tangled and over-exposed
both fully knowing we'd be better off in our clothes.

and the month has shifted into the darkest shade of gray
it's harder sleeping when night starts in middle of the day.

but the drugs don't work
& the whiskey's too strong,
i can calmly say we've changed
for both good and wrong.

there's no going back
to that place i can't say
because it's easy to leave when there's no where to stay.