He takes a drink when nothing's going well
He forgot we had a good thing, no one could ever sell

Empty out the bottle baby
Ill be home, let me be comfort....maybe?

I lost his number
He still has mine, but he's busy
trying to become number

I buried my feelings in him.
He just
wants to be in her
And she can only
sometimes let him
            In

So I finally understand how the bottle could win

I finally understand dysfunction, the glory of all sin


And I am utterly familier

With pain,

In the tide of its reign  

Sindi