Down to dealing

Cold,
a stones throw away from me
but blessed with the blankets I call sobriety
fake it to make it
but its the same
as even the dentist keeps gum in his pocket
but the blemishes
of friction keep the castles grinding down to the dirt
nothing last forever
and its easier to say bye to a love than it is to keep it
so we focus
toward the sun set
another dead day
so lets bring the night in
with nerves of steal.