When I'm high I tend to ignore her
It hurts so I resort to the bottle more
Never had a problem with wine before
Then again I can't really be sure

I'm only me after a glass of wine
It takes me back to a better time
When all was clear in my head
Without the slightest hint of dread

Trapped between reality and here
Demons draw me beautiful fears
One of losing, another of loss
My mind, the canvas, but at what cost?