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sobriety

What are you searching for at the bottom of that bottle?

Any message to be found, I'm sure you swallowed long ago.

I lose sight of you with every shot glass emptied.

 

-watch as you grasp at the shadows of the charisma upon which you rely.

 

You commit to the role of comedian perfectly; ironic

Your wit dulled along with your senses.

 

- like a court jester with no head to lose.

 

But someone like you should never play the fool.

"I love you's" mean less when tainted with tastes of whiskey.

 

And I just want you to want me like I'm that last drop...

 

I'm not asking you to let me be your sobriety.

I understand dependency...

I know I complicate recovery...

 

with my red wines and reminiscing.

- and I just want to clear your head like coffee beans...

 

You tell me I'm intoxicating

- and I don't know how to tell you I don't want to be just another drug.

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Apr 29, 2014
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