You’re gonna sit there,
Clutching that bottle in your hand,
While the waves of sorrow and despair slowly engulf you until it chokes you,
Until you can’t breathe,
As it consumes you. I’ll be watching from the shore while you gasp and sputter for help.
I’ll be sitting there, flicking my cigarette with a grin on my face,
Slowly get up and turn my back on you, just like you did when I needed you most.