Everytime you Whispered In her ear The car swerved Each time You slid Your fingers Over her shoulder I grew unnerved You looked At me And said Your fantasy Was between us I never hated you more than then She sobbed I cussed I hope Someday You know how it feels To want to **** a man And drive away
Please don't drink and drive, But for ***** sake please dont drink and hitchhike.
You wouldnt like me when I'm drunk Or perhaps you'd like me too much
Push pins sting As they slide into my skin But after long enough They go numb Can hardly notice the blood anymore Second Third Fourth skins are shed Leaving a raw innocence in it's place Uninhibited by restraints Such as logic Or forethought Blinders on too tight Choking out anything that would be Scandalous in daylight A deafening scream That's part siren song Vice grip fingers Holding on for too long The Devil's wife has come to dance Please walk away Or I promise we'll both hate me sober
You always wanted me to get drunk... But then got angry when I went home with your friends
Hand me a tall glass of a swooning potion bubbles rising to the top and the foam in motion as I sway back in forth my cheeks marked with red blush uncontrolled laughter and careless touch
Does the world really spin as fast as it does? And does alcohol help us to see it? Are these just intoxicated shower thoughts? Am I conscious enough to believe it?
Everyone's dancing while I'm standing still or is everything backwards no one really knows swonk yllaer eno on or do they? like a tainted echo of what's really going on. But I don't know what's happening so does that really matter? Do we matter? What matters? Who cares besides ourselves what happens? Is that a paradox? Will the world explode? What have I done? Oh well :1 all that matters now is
I thought expressing how I’m feeling would be freeing. I told them they were a fraud. All-knowing, but clueless about ‘being’. A narcissistic deity with no right to call itself God.
An entity so powerful it can create a universe in six days, But it created a boy who every time he starts something, cannot commit. A boy so riddled with self-loathing that every day was a haze.
I told it, “I’m afraid.” That night I laid in bed thinking of more ways to describe the blades I felt piercing my heart. The jaded and absent almighty father who may as well have abandoned me and left me with the maid.
This is why I stopped being religious in the seventh grade.
And this was a desperate plea. I can’t get to sleep. The weight of the world is the weight of my sheets. Try to get up, but everything’s spinning. I asked God, “Is this just the beginning?”
That’s all that it said. Ghosted by God like it had a hot girl at a bar’s passive nonchalance. And it fills me with dread. Like I was just diagnosed with lung cancer.
But I told God, “What I’m most afraid of is losing hwr.” I meant to say her, a textual slur, but at least that plea will live on, Despite no answer.
I was walking out of the Quaff, roommate by my side Heading up Broadway to my poorly parked car And you came running out after me, yelling "John, John wait!" And I told you earlier, you shouldn't call me that Just because you can't remember my name But you couldn't help yourself, I think
A group of drunk kids on scooters are racing past us I'm looking at you while you look through me And John, actual John is glancing from you to me to you to the street You look like you might kiss me And John looks like he doesn't want to see it
So I remind you that you meant to head home hours ago And you laugh and say you just might And a drunk woman is calling your name And your eyes are glossy and far away And part of me wants you to And the rest of me just says "I'll see you tomorrow night" And we go our separate ways And I worry about you all night
My precious darling bartender, stop drinking red bull when you're hungover, you should know better, but you should also know better on other matters and you might not
He clawed his way … Against all odds and their friends He stood up Shrugged off hopelessness Packed his bags Threw the “whine” Killed his fear with vengeance Never ever looked back He walked one way … and a long way Looked back He was alone utterly Alone And he would do it all over again Alone because he doesn’t know any other way