I learned early there ways.
Words that speak of  happiness.
Barbwire is the tongue of the heart that always
betrays.

You cant put your hopes on the false and untrue.
Deception doesnt  help the case.
For I can hold this bottle closer than you.

Bitter are my words  but it falls apon
deaf ears.
soaked are my memories.
Washed yet still they remain after all the beers.

Sugar dont worry with false emotions
just put it on my tab.
The warmth of this bed now ressembles a slab.

We struggle to recall who we once
were.
The partys the past mistakes.
It's a nothing more than a blur.

Hollow in heart is my truth filled obsession
Lovers often embrace in lies.
And hold hearts in bitter nights confession.