i was sitting there
in the cold wind
and even though
talking with her
i still wish
it was you
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I still haven't found land. I steer my crew in circles, drunken and adventurous, hoping they never see how hopeless I am. I cannot handle this power without something powering me; I cannot see straight and somehow that's less blinding than my own doubts. Than my insecurities, and pain I deal with. I'm afraid their trust will decimate, that this ship will sink. Far down, far away. I dream of the clouds being an island to me. A home. Familiarities I rarely feel in these murky, vast waters. I've let my thoughts wander.. farther than I should have. Do you blame me? I always knew my life held a bitter end. A small fight before the ocean enthralls me once more, capturing me, and I sink. Lower than I ever have. Losing my life to the very thing that kept me from living-
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He wears his smile like me
Moves in drunken circles
I stumble walking beside him to his car
And sing laughs as he hits the pedal
Another time, red bull and coke
Where the bicycles roll by
But I don’t hear anything besides him as we bicker mouth to ear
I just want to hear his thoughts
But he won’t give them to me
It’s out of his comfort zone to give me that kind of head.
I wonder when you’ll get tired
When you’ll be in that bar again
And someone will be there
And you’ll take her home like you’re used to
And do it all over again.
For he whose thoughts I wanted to hear - thank you for giving them to me.
All they want
Is whiskey and a mirror
To see their faces clearer
For they want peace and adoration
Yet they're stuck in emulation
All they want
Is a mirror and a gun
For dark reflective fun
Curse the ashtray
It ruins their laundry whites
To gaze on their delights
All they want
Is a gun and God
To walk where sinners trod
Drunken Bible bullets
For when the darkness takes its motion
They'll fall to their drunken notions
Tell me: what does whiskey, a mirror, a gun, and God all have in common?
A drunken angel,
She, the one seeing the possiblity in every risk.
Rather have 2 drunken angels on my shoulders
2 sober demons.
What will come of tomorrow
Will the drunkenness run through and bits fall into place
Or will you forget all of this
Every word whispered in your ear as you’re hands seek places
My desperation of meaning more than this
And you’re simple words used for a girl in desperate need of loving
A drunken kiss and drunken man are all that I accept
one of those things you always seem to do, right? those nights that you wish never happened, where you kept some dignity but lost a lot.