Truth or Consequences, Nm

What a difference a year makes.
I’m standing alone outside a Waffle House.
Watching the cops drive by,
and the drunks get into fist fights.
Between the late nights, and the phone calls I’m going through withdrawl.
I can’t believe it’s come to this.
Everything I used to believe is tearing itself apart at the seams.
Are you everything I want?
Or just someone I don’t need?
It’s time to face the proof that’s in out hands.
(We can’t get by on best-laid plans.)
If that’s the truth,
then I’m the consequence.
I’m just a consequence.
She said «There will be a night when you call me up, just because I was on your
mind, but I know that it won’t be anytime soon.»
Like I haven’t heard that line before.
Reminding me that once upon on a time, we were «us» and things were «ours».
I’ll pack my bags and go chase all the bright city lights,
You’ll stay right here and choke on all your words and all of your spite.