I have so much to hold onto,
so why does it still feel like I'm falling?
I've made a mistake
- no - I made a choice.
And that choice is already a regret,
and that regret is crushing.
Halfway between a pain and a hunger
for his touch,
so I fill it with the touch of another.
I feel so ******* ***** and wrong,
and worthless.

The sweet whiskey drown
burns my tongue.
And the smoke in my lungs
is a cloud I can blame
for the blur in my vision
and the way my lips find their purchase
on lips that aren't yours.
But when the liquor fades
and the smoke disappears
in my cold morning breath,
I suffocate.