she was the only thing that made sense to me on the days where i drank myself to no end
she was always so patience with her hands, ready to catch me whenever i stumbled in this drunken stupor
i know that it was hard for her to watch me **** myself with each sip i brought to my lips
yet she must know that i tried, i tried with all of my might to make everything right
so when she finally left, absolutely nothing made sense
and i cursed my empty bottles because that's all they ever became once i ****** all of the poison from them
empty, shame, left with no blame on anyone else but myself
she said i didn't try hard enough
and i broke all of the bottles as i sat within the remnants of glass
nothing
nothing
made sense

Normally I don't celebrate a one day holiday
But it's a drinking holiday, so celebrate away
Drinking green beer
Spreading good cheer
To the Irish and non, Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Shiny flask full of fun,
Shall I fill it with whiskey or ***
Wanting only to refresh my day,
Maybe with coconut from Parrot Bay?

After all, it's my best drinking buddy
That always makes me witty and funny
With never a shout, cry or pout,
That is, until the whiskey has run out!

They call it the devils water
I call it my best friend

They say I drink too much
but really I just think too much
And my best friend,
makes me forget it all

I hate that I love him
that I care so much
even though he broke me

I used to be fine
I used to be able to sleep
alone and on my own
but now I lay awake
thinking of why me
why do terrible things
always happen to me

my first love was a fraud
he was a married man
a man with a daughter
a man with no morals
a man who left me dead
a man who incited fear
a man who lied
a man who is no man
a man who destroyed me

And for a few hours
my best friend
she helps me to forget
and she's the only one
the only one who can
and the only one
who can help me

please help

They call it the devils water
I call it my best friend

They say I drink too much
but really I just think too much
And my best friend,
makes me forget it all

Forget how he touched me
forget that I couldn't stop
couldn't stop screaming
screaming saying
"no, no, no, please stop!"
but of course he wouldn't
it felt like it was forever
until it was finally over

Only it's still not over
I remember my screams
while I lay in bed
it's like a tape on repeat
only I can't stop it
the tape won't come out

I keep trying
and trying and trying
only it's jammed
and there's nothing
nothing I can do

But my best friend
she helps me to forget
for a few hours my mind
my mind isn't his
my mind is my own

How many more beers until the moon looks full again
How many before I've made some friends
Combined, is it enough to make me whole, then?
I’ll keep drinking until I reach a dead end.

How many sips does to take to reach the truth
How many to bridge the distance between me and you.
If I sip long and hard, will it be easier to let loose?
I’ll keep sipping til it’s warm and I'm old news.

How many steps before I find the path I should be on?
How many before I know it’s the right one?
If I keep on stepping, will I find myself on the proper side of the sun?
I suppose I’ll keep stepping along.

How many sleepless hours until I've cracked the code?
How many split the difference between insane, and genius mode.
If I fake it til I make it,  when I've made it, how will I know?
I’ll only be up a few more minutes or so.




C.e.M.

Your way of escaping was sleeping, or drinking. My way was books.