I can hold it together sober,
But the alcohol brings out the best and the worst in me
The hopeless poet, the jealous *****,
The miserable, lost child.
****, the taste of red wine on my lips,
As they run down your body
and ****, the burn in my throat.
****, the way the mirror image shifts left to right.
Holding on to the wall with one arm
And holding up my life with all my might.
****, ***** and boys, liquor and love.
**** it all.