Rum in my glass,
3am carpet burn,
Strangers, faces I do not know,
Strangers are replacing your face,
Burned into my mind,
The old me I cannot find,
Stripped and displayed,
I’ll show you the door,
Walking in a daze,
Feeling like a whore,
Am I a whore?
Strangers are my friends now,
This carpet burns beneath me,
But it’s justified,
Emotions are running high,
But I am higher,
Higher than hope,
Higher than the love I lost,
Embraced by strangers,
Smoke filled lungs,
Lost amongst these carpet burns.