the marijuana
does the trick
removing those
bad thoughts that stick

the alcohol
halts the flood
that scent of you
inside my blood

the hazy nights
a stranger's love
hides the dagger
removes the glove

but once the high is over, my thoughts out of the mud
it's time to start all over, 7 grams of bud

the worst ones
are just like my father

she tried to abort me
he left me, I was 12
at seven he convinced me
I'd seen the gates of hell

he told me that he loved me
then ground me into dust
and when I picked myself back up
again he took my trust

she drinks
he fights
seems to be
we write

The love fills me entirely
beyond any known brim
My thoughts I fail to choose wisely
as they only are of him
But I hack away
hurting my heart
because I love the sin
And now I know
when it came to you
there was no way I could win

The ones who always leave me
are the ones I want to stay
The ones who care so deeply
are the ones I push away