Another Poem About You

Some nights I lie in bed and wonder if you think of me
Other nights I try to drink away your memory 
Either way all I want is another conversation
And an oppurtunity to fix this situation
All I’m asking for is another shot
Bartender, pour me out another shot
I don’t know if I’ve made it clear, but I all I really want is you
But quite frankly I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do
I blew my shot, I know it, I just need to accept it
I need to deal with it in a better way than writing another poem, but I’m just a poet
I don’t deal with my problems, I just write them out
I don’t deal with my problems, I just drink them out
I don’t deal with my problems, I just create scenarios in my mind
Where you’re back in my life and everything is alright
That’s why I hate sobering up
That’s when I realize that my dreaming is never enough
That’s when I realize that you’re gone and you’re not coming back
That’s when I realize that my life has fallen so far off track
Pour me another shot
I swear I’m ready to give this all I got
Tell me what you want and I will give it to you a million times 
My heart is singing to you in a million chimes
I swear you alone occupy at least 90% of mind
The world rushes by but to them I’m just blind
All I see is you
Without you in my life, I can’t even explain what I’ve been going through
It's crazy how even the way the wind blows abandoned leaves down an empty street can remind me of you
I’ve been praying for you
Not for you and I to be together, I’m not that selfish
I’ve just been praying for your happiness
I’ve been asking God to keep His eye on you
And protect you from this crazy world that’s all around you
I know your future is bright
I’ve just been praying that you stay in His light
But if I’m being honest, I’d rather you be by my side
Every night
I’m a lot of bit selfish, I just need to admit it
I’m just a human trying to get it right, I’m not perfect
Can you pour me out another drink? I need to forget what I’m writing
I’m drunk but for some reason I continue driving
Now let me explain the metaphor that I’m using
The pen is my key and this notepad is my car, I know it’s confusing
Think it out if you’re willing
I’m done explaining
So I’ll end it on this
You and I are a happy ending that floated amiss
So I’ll keep floating until this silence is broken
Or maybe I’ll just share my feelings and disguise it as another poem