Wrong Place at the Right Time

 I'm writing you this letter in the middle of the night
it's the only way I know how to survive
being in the wrong place at the right time
gets me a glass of whiskey with a hint of lime
and I'm afraid to look up
'cause I get trapped by your eyes, every time

Go ahead and call me weak
go ahead and tell me to go
tell me something I don't know
tell me I'm wrong
tell me to leave
tell me something, anything
'cause your silence is deafening

I fill the silence from weeks before
of all the things we've said and more
and I can tell you're fighting it too
a battle we're bound to lose

And right now you think I'm rude
I'm distant and ignoring you
but I'm writing you this letter on a napkin in this booth
willing you to sober up and tell me what to do
all the things you're afraid to do

Go ahead and call me weak
go ahead and tell me to go
tell me something I don't know
tell me I'm wrong
tell me to leave
tell me something, anything
'cause right now I can't speak

What are you waiting for?
I'm one choice away from not making this mistake

I fill the silence from weeks before
of all the things we've said and more
and I can tell you're fighting it too
a battle we're bound to lose

Caught in a moment of weakness
in this dimly lit room
making my bed into a tomb
sinning at every thought of you

I'm writing you this letter in the middle of the night
I lost all concept of time after midnight
it's the only way I know how to survive
being in the wrong place at the right time...

and I can tell you're fighting it too
a battle we're bound to lose



Love Always,
Lainey

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