How I tire of you and the looks you give me in the mirror How I tire of bleary eyed sunny days (Like I can't see) sun thru smoke fog
Alone I wake, semi truck barreling down my street towards highway Gray skies do nothing to muffle the noise in the street do nothing About the metallic pulse in my head groaning dread like a 56k modem
My dowry for this disease of madness - my middle class inheritance Her white wedding dress and my silymarin milk thistle distress Equal distance between us like 'we hardly knew ye' But You, You were to be my wife
Where did you go, who is this woman Eggshell grown gown olive skinned melanin beauty How I tire of pretending to like the new you Like the old me, he that used to be before It got to me - before the bottle bought and sold me Tarnished ink blot Instead of the other way around
Stopped the car, narrow country dirt road red Backing up now rapidly as can go, in reverse, still too slow still feels like too little too late, slow out of the gate as always (idiot) No great escape from falling to saving grace No night and day, just greater shades of gray
Damage done, iron wrought, frostbitten fingers failing me 'Fate crusades against me' Yell paranoid eyeing empty white dusted bottle Sleep paralysis nightmares of bedroom closing in prison cell Loom over like human beast double lobectomy Reptilian brain no higher function Choke down tears of pure amygdala flight fear