Empty
As my glass

Pour me some bourbon
Or a molly of sassafras

Brain my damage

It's already a hammer
Of grab and smash

Empty all my liquid
And take a bath

Douse yourself
In my cerebrospinal fluid

And crush

Work your fingers baby

             Knead my mind

Tie it into the naughty knots
Yours supplies

Empty
Fill me up

Feel me slip into the slide
Of your overflowing cup

      Quench my thirst
With the worst syrup

Allow me to get wasted

Let me take another sip
Cure me with fullness
      Of your lovely lips

Tie me to your tongue
Beat me in your heart

Work those fingers baby
                       I'm a mess