Waiting for a Call

It's the same story
That always goes
from sweet to gory
Not a text, not a call
I'm waiting with my
Back against the wall
My eyes lined black
And my lips stained
A darker shade of red
I look at your picture
And at the loaded gun
Laying on my bed
I pour myself some
Properly aged rum
and corrosive coke
'Cause you have no idea
How heavy is
the heart you broke
Sadness and despair
Life is not always fair
I try to find a reason
And a common ground
But tonight they won't
Be so easily found