Telltale stories of a girl too drunk to tell
Drunk on love
Drunk on lies
On drinks she knew all too well
Secrets held her mouth when she wanted to scream
Forced her to instead close her eyes and dream
Dream of something with more hope and more validity
Something with more solidity than the webs she continued to weave
The life she continued to lead
She just wanted to leave

Drunk on perceptions
She soon learned that truth was second best to pride
So all the things she wanted to say always remained inside
Lies upon lies hiding her heart
Tearing it apart
Feelings trapped within
Drunk on love but never giving in
A false grin

Drunk on wishes
On false hopes and anticipations of honesty
Why should she expect that when lies spill out every time she breathes?
Everything is a fabrication
Her dreams are reflected in her words
She sounds absurd and everyone knows she’s lying
They catch her crying
She blames it on a drunken state
Drunk on the desire to set things straight

Drunk on drinks so she doesn’t have to think
The drinks do all the talking
Her secrets are knocking, begging to be revealed
She swears her lips are sealed
Forces a suppression of expression
A ceasing of all that could give away
She’s a drunk
And a complete cliché