I dove headfirst
Into the bottle,
Thinking I could swim.
And at first, it was fine...
A leisure I could afford,
A risk I could stand to take,
A mistake I could stand to make.
Leisure became a lapse,
Risk became repetition,
A mistake became a misbehavior.
Up the creek without a paddle,
Up in arms without my sobriety.
Silly girl.
Didn't they ever teach you
That 80 proof won't make you forget?
That the sting of whiskey
Won't take away the sting of heartbreak?
No.
No, they didn't.
Pour me another.
~
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
I dove headfirst
Into the bottle,
Thinking I could swim.
And at first, it was fine...
A leisure I could afford,
A risk I could stand to take,
A mistake I could stand to make.
Leisure became a lapse,
Risk became repetition,
A mistake became a misbehavior.
Up the creek without a paddle,
Up in arms without my sobriety.
Silly girl.
Didn't they ever teach you
That 80 proof won't make you forget?
That the sting of whiskey
Won't take away the sting of heartbreak?
No.
No, they didn't.
Pour me another.
~
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