If they could bottle my mind It would explode an incoming tide If they could slaughter my pride I would die tonight.
Cigarette burns on my jeans Coffee and whiskey stains on my lips Burrowed drunken tendencies Making me do things I regret From fighting sleep to breaking noses And deadly plunges into despair.
I know I have to withstand Refrain from frightening myself again Near death experiences have become the norm I'm a morbid thinker anyway Deeply trying to find a sense of harmony A melody in a disjointed song.
Memories are of hazy days Drinking and scratching walls Waiting for them to bleed But my fingers do so Painfully spilling crimson Over immaculate floors.
I seek redemption and a upscaled life Full of blooming flower pots And love I seek energy so I can run a marathon To the other side of this world Grasping onto my heart as I do so Keeping my guts intact.
My funeral should be empty I don't know anyone who would want to sit through it I'm ain't charming or socially acceptable So why would they want to read out an eulogy of warmth for me?
And onto love I go Trying to capture the essence of it Preaching to God about it Manipulating its strain Offering it to strangers who drink with me Because they feel sorry for me.
And then I wake up to a groggy feeling A taste so dire I would rather drink my own **** And tell all my secrets To the world.
Marry my good side And shatter my bad side Empty pride into a cup of ***** laced orange juice And drink up It may sting It may make you sick But it'll burn your throat And your dreams away.
I was once a dashing prince In my own castle In my mind I was a man of power Of glory and hope But truthfully I look like a corpse Dragged through a gutter With snapped tendons in my hands.
I sit it in this club for hours Drinking straight up whiskey Ordering so many that I'll be dead Before it's all drunk And then she appears in front of me Beautiful in an organic kind of way Deeply rooted in elegance.
It must be an illusion No one this well rounded would want to speak to my washed up self But she does speak Offering me advice On how to live a stable life.
I listen carefully To her words She's creative Like a wordsmith A dream catcher A painter of a scene.
She grabs my glass and throws it at the wall She takes my hand And tells me I won't fall She orders me to drink coffee Enough to waken my soul.
She saved me from myself A princess of the night A girl draped in white.
In this apartment I sit With her head on my lap She sleeps, snores even But it drowns the voices in my head.
The TV show is glitzy and fake Lovers kissing at every take Their optimism sickening to watch Their eyes have never seen hurt Or death Or knife wounds.
I grab a cigarette I smoke it to the end I drink a beer I drink it to the end This pattern only points to one outcome Oblivion.
She wakes Kissing me on the cheek Whispering 'Let's ****' in my ear With haste I jump up And scream You cheated on me Why would I?
I think the rats heard me As they scampered into the crevices Hiding away as my wrath begins to widen.
She sits back and takes it Looking on at me with bloodshot eyes And a smirk.
She grabs her stuff And leaves me to cascade into despair Another beer will be drunk Another piece of love broken by a deceit.