Darling rachel
I am sorry I have failed you again

last night I imbibed
enough wine to drown my sorrows
and deroad my vehicle
and pray at the porcelain altar

and I couldn't bear to drive to you
this morning at 3am
to kiss the stomach of your lover
to wrestle the truth out with my teeth

I couldn't make it down the stairs
my feet are not working anymore
I walked on glass to prove my worth
to someone who doesn't care

and I'm sorry that you're singing
in a city I've never visited
holding, hoping for your following
and I can't make it.

I'm sorry, darling rachel
I'll fail you every time.
I wish I'd made it up to you
because I'd have been halfway home.