Full and Spilling Over (redux)

My cup is nearly empty
And I’m waiting on another dose
Pretending to stare at many things
But only focusing on one

And it’s getting cloudy yet clearer
The voices drawing nearer
Oh they’re so familiar
They must be one of mine

You are full and spilling over
On those of us half drunk
Dreaming of pretty things
While you’re spitting over balconies
Into our cups

What is with this void
I’m filled with endless space
You’re just making noise
That I don’t want to hear and you don’t want to say

And it’s getting foggy yet clearer
As the coffee cup draws nearer
And I burn my lips taking a sip
While I’m looking in a mirror

You are full and spilling over
On those of us half drunk
Dreaming of pretty things
While you’re spitting over balconies
Into our cups

You are so full
You are so foul
You are so full
You don’t see how