M.I.A | (Missing In Action)

In the quiet of the night, I ponder your absence,

No longer in line, my thoughts are a dance.

A charge card and receipt to pen,

As I charge up my last dividend.

Almost traded in everything in this life we're in,

Because in you, I am used to drowning my sorrows, again

and again.

The pain repeats, a relentless tide,

There is no constant to this end, no place to hide.

Why is wanting you such a sin?

A devil's advocate, having my back, where did that go?

Picture that, I laughed at it, so M.I.A,

Is the only way I'll ever have it, like a fleeting memory.

Like our presidency, a moment in time,

Nah, like a drunk M.I.A wreaking havoc, sublime.