EVERY WEEK

[Chorus — weary, melodic; firm phrase endings] I get high; you get sick of me. You stay up; I just fall asleep. I said, “Soon”; you said, “Every week.” You quit us; I can’t quit this need. You packed up; I just watched tha clock. Countin’ down till my hands would stop. I hate how I can watch you sob, And still think ’bout tha shit I bought. [Verse 1 — restrained; clear pauses] Your dinner dried; I missed tha train. Was two blocks out, but blamed tha rain. My jacket’s dry; you know tha game. You warmed my plate up just tha same. I ate two bites, then dimmed tha lights. You asked me, “Are you high tonight?” I snapped like you ain’t have tha right, Then used your tone to start a fight. You slept turned toward tha wall alone. I lay there scrollin’ through my phone. His text came through; I dimmed tha glow. You saw enough; I think you know. Your suitcase wheels woke me from sleep. You left your key; I couldn’t speak. You said, “Don’t call me till you’re clean.” I couldn’t promise you a week. [Chorus — same register and phrasing] I get high; you get sick of me. You stay up; I just fall asleep. I said, “Soon”; you said, “Every week.” You quit us; I can’t quit this need. You packed up; I just watched tha clock. Countin’ down till my hands would stop. I hate how I can watch you sob, And still think ’bout tha shit I bought. [Verse 2 — more exposed; keep the same pocket] I bought tha shit; forgot tha bread. Spent food money to mute my head. Then lay there wide awake instead, Your hair tie caught beneath my bed. I picked it up; still had your hair. Tha long red strands got everywhere. I used to bitch; now I just stare, And leave it on your empty chair. I tried to tell you on tha phone. Recorded twice; I hate my tone. Like you should fix what I won’t own. Erased it; left your night alone. Tha screen lit up; my plug hit back. I’m sick of sayin’, “It’s my last.” Can’t swear I’m done; I want it bad. But I ain’t texted. There is that. [Final Chorus — restrained; let “need” linger] I get high; you get sick of me. You stay up; I just fall asleep. I said, “Soon”; you said, “Every week.” You quit us; I can’t quit this need. You packed up; I just watched tha clock. Countin’ down till my hands would stop. I hate how I can watch you sob, And still think ’bout tha shit I bought.