Looking for answers at the
bottom of a bottle like
it's the antidote to the
poison pulsating through
your veins, harsh and burning
like a California forest fire.

Indulging yourself
in people and places
that are so comfortably
unfamiliar. Scrambling
for another hit,
another drink,
another,
another.

Running from your past
with an empty glass
in one hand and a burnt
out cigarette in the other.
Smiling all the time, nobody
knows just what you're hiding,
behind that ****-eating grin.

Take my hand, and we'll
figure this out. Take my
hand and we'll leave this
******* town in a cloud
of dust and smoke.
And I'd do just
about anything to hear
you laugh again.
Anything,
anything,
anything.