I can feel them itching away at my insides.
They want me to take a shot.
They want me to take the relief of a hit.
"Home is where the drink is" they tell me.
Their judgement is laid before me.
They stand as my accusers.
I stand as the accused.
"We'll do it this way" they say.
"No, it ends now, we'll do it my way" I reply.
"We were always doing it your way".
A sound. A voice. Had it been me all along?
Oh no, had I lead myself astray this whole time?
As a carriage follows its horse, so does a mind follow its thoughts.
It's time to get these thoughts in order.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
I can feel them itching away at my insides.
They want me to take a shot.
They want me to take the relief of a hit.
"Home is where the drink is" they tell me.
Their judgement is laid before me.
They stand as my accusers.
I stand as the accused.
"We'll do it this way" they say.
"No, it ends now, we'll do it my way" I reply.
"We were always doing it your way".
A sound. A voice. Had it been me all along?
Oh no, had I lead myself astray this whole time?
As a carriage follows its horse, so does a mind follow its thoughts.
It's time to get these thoughts in order.
