broken beer bottles are all I know
these cuts on my hands not just for show
this brown turned red,
turned brown now again,
are the bends flowing in
all withdraws made in blood

the battle now done for the day
but for tomorrow i must continue to stand
these suds of my sins
won't be rubbed off of my skin
because
by yourself
your self
you can't ever save

that phlegm's still stuck in my throat
and no matter the coughs
it won't go away
so
my muscles go lax
my mind grows soft
my up comes down
say
what's holding me aloft?