Luggage

You're carrying around all this luggage like we're hopping a plane. It may be Louis V, but it's baggage all the same.
It's joint custody. You love me on the weekends, but entropy has me every other day of the week. I want to tell you I need you, but it's getting harder to speak. Impossible to decipher the words that come trickling through that gap in my lips. I thought you were trying to hear me better, but you're just leaning in for a kiss.
You write me off so much I don't know what to think. I'm just sitting here waiting until you run out of ink.

Blood in the drain

You say you can't go any further cause you're foreign to feeling. I don't claim to be good at what I'm doing right now but i do it.
You're staying true to someone and you think it is me, but truth be told you're the only one who's blind to your denial. You see, I see you're not as thick as you think, as transparent as the broken glass in the sink. If you're really so sick of seeing this mug, why are you cutting me every time I go to pull the plug?