I've been fighting this for so long Kept telling myself it was wrong I couldn't let it in my mind I kept running and leaving it all behind
Today I let in The reality i call sin The magic i believed so strong Is dying off after so long
I guess thats growing up Drinking too much and throwing it up Sadness starts to sink through But this time I've accepted it to be true
I'm unsure if this is losing hope Or gaining strength away from the ***** I held on to romance and stars so tight But i awoke today realizing it isn't right
Am i letting go of my child like innocence? Am i letting this cruel world make me repent? Well that's just how you make it in this life Let go of your fantasies and let in the strife
Go to work for full time and lose your personality Because noone cares about your dreams outside of reality I think I'm giving up running away from the truth That my wonderland was only for my silly youth
I wrote this while hungover, been having some feels about growing up realizing life will never be how i dreamed as a kid and the love i wished for is far out of my reach. Still scared to let go of the innocence in my heart but i have to grow up i guess someday might as well now
You’re wearing that blue checkered romper from the night before, the one that leaves little to the imagination of the scholarly humans, all up before the ripe time of 10.
And now it’s noon and you’ve slept through 3 phone calls and you’re not even sure if you’re bank account will allow for the $2 iced coffee you’re about to **** down.
But you buy all the overpriced caffeine anyway, because today’s a new day and if you stop moving you might notice the wound, and the pain, and start to bleed, and realize its going to make a mess so maybe its time for an Irish exit and leave.
The town still drips with last nights alcohol consumption, effervescent with AWOL brain cells. Romance viewed from the inside of a glass, vanished in its absence. Neon bar signs became the stargazing of the twenty-first century and hangovers a fast burning cigarette, leaving romance to pile in a duotone of grey in the ashtray of our heartless society.
I Disappear in the crowd of dancing people The music is loud while I walk through the corridor I am outside now, the first breath of fresh air for hours My legs are hurt and my head are dancing with stars I walk without saying goodbye, I just walk I stand so sleepy watching the turn of the street lights The sunrise in the horizon and I'm waking My body has recovered but my head still hurts but it's different from last night, cuz today My phone rang and I got social hangovers
Sometimes you just know you are doomed, but you don't necessarily know why
I drink wine before water It’s better than beer. Neither are like ***** They’re nowhere near. Like beer, you can Drink all of it you please. It will never knock Your life to its knees.
What? You say no? You say they are equal? This is a bad movie I don’t want a sequel. I have lived my whole life Thinking wine is okay And not contributing to Alcoholism in any way.
I thought I could drink it And party like a king And the specter of addiction Didn’t mean a thing. Yes, I admit I ignored Those drunks and hangovers That woke me up feeling I’d been hit by a Range Rover.
So, okay, maybe it’s real This threat to sobriety That is so accepted And approved by society. But now I have to find A new way to celebrate That won’t ruin my life At some not too distant date.
I thought I've felt love, but in reality the only love I've known is the soft kisses the bottle of alcohol has left against my dry lips and the sheets that hold my tired and lonesome body at night. The morning hangovers remind me I'm the boy who is destined to be alone. -o.b