The Next Four Months

Maybe we could break your ankle clean and unsuspiciously An ER trip, a doctor's slip and you could share your pills with me Won't it feel so good though when we're lying Side by side can't move and I'm not trying Two thousand milligrams each A hotel by the pharmacy With drinking straws in toothpaste tubes Stash them with your toiletries And I will share my pills with you Little Michael sleeping in the child safety seat Lying with the windows rolled up in the August heat Three thousand milligrams each Four thousand milligrams We're driving down the interstate You're feeling great, you scratch your wrist And we pretend your kids, your husband, all you left does not exist And in some motel that night we're lying I can barely whisper It's like dying Baby do you know what I mean Well baby, did you hear me? Well baby, you fell asleep I know I'm weak, I won't deny We'll see our trial someday soon When I know we're fucked I'll half the pile and share my pills with you Cause we've felt fully in our bodies And we've felt totally alive So we're prepared to float above this dirty bed where we both lie Where we lie, lie, lie Well we be fine? Not this time