Work in Progress #37

I've been obsessing over thesis and posting very little. I don't want to give away too many big chunks of my project before I'm finished. So, instead, here's a draft I started yesterday. Suggestions welcome.

There isn't enough coffee in the world for the mess you put me in.
Coffee, black, like you, black, like you.

Fifteen nights that still haven't seemed to pass.
Fifteen lives that I could not make last.

But you weren't one
you weren't one
you didn't know
a single one.

Just because you're crying
it doesn't mean your depressed
just because you're lonely
doesn't mean there's no one left.

But you're not Connor Oberst
and you're not a poet,
no,
you're no fucking poet.

So grow your hair longer
call me your father's name
grow your hair longer
and convince yourself of the pain.

I'm not a mirror, I'm no family jewel
but you're just the shadow
of one walking fool.

Don't curse the carpenter
when you gave her no nails
Don't curse the doctor
when you won't tell what ails.