Your blue eyes drenched me.

Who am I in the eyes of the sea?
Who am I in the eyes of God? In the Devil?

Pour me another drink

I only know myself after a bottle of whiskey and a few of those blue pills the ***** blonde sold to me for a few bucks and *****.

I have been tip toeing around my entire life.

I have succumbed to this dismantling fear. It made my bones shake, my voice break.
Or was it the other way around?

I need a head full of psychedelics and a tongue full of poison but all I've got is this milk and honey.

Maybe if I take that photograph out of my worn out, leather wallet, and set it on fire, I will be okay.

Destroy the past.
Destroy the evidence of emotions.
Destroy that old town I've left behind.

I am no where to be found.
I try to seek out myself in every girl I meet. In every drug I eat.

My body is here but where is my mind?  

I've left it with you. Stuck on you. Darling, you can keep it.

Collapse on the bar, laugh it off, ask for another drink.