Drank up all my money
trying to forget your name or scratch it out of my head but when another man places his hands on my hips and asks me what my name is, I don't stutter as I reply with not my name, but yours. there's so much of you left in my soul that even when I'm left with empty ***** bottles and a pounding head, I can still remember everything about you.
Tasted kinda lonely
my mom is driving me to the clinic, she says she's worried about my drinking, but all i'm worried about is never calling you mine again. the taste of you in my liquor is going away and i keep drinking with hope that i'll find you at the bottom of a bottle.
You're gone and I gotta stay high all the time
my newest way of forgetting you.. the guy who sold me it told me it would take me to a safe place but you are my safe place. you are my home. you make me feel safe and secure, but this stuff makes my head pound and my vision blurry. this isn't home.
To keep you off my mind*
today in my sociology class we learned that many humans turn to drinking to reduce their pain even though alcohol is a depressant. i've stopped drinking but missing you still burns more than the Jack Daniels.