I'll drink what's cheap
I don't care about my important
Organs
Rally the sinners
Toast their stance
As worshippers of the bottle.

My knuckles are broken
Smashed on a thick wall
Enraged by it all
The arguments
The wasted breaths.

My innocence has been corrupted
For so long
I've not pushed boundaries
Or pillars
I've wrecked by ambitions
And potential.

I swear
That I thought
I saw her the other day
Walking through the alleyway
With boots that could crush the world.

This cheap wine
And this beer tide
In my stomach
Creates pain
I couldn't care less
It's a bad strain.