I wake up in cold sweats more than I wake up 
Dreams of flying and floating have turned to 
Finding and fear 
Bodies of new and friends forgotten 
My skin may bear what once was there
But forget not I will, the friends of young thrill

You still haunt and frequent my dreams 
Tearing apart my sanity at all of its seams 
Happy and somber, I remember it all
Liquor brings it out most of all
But it also calms that calls 

Whatever liquor makes seem true 
I can question without fighting 
Because liquor is my choice and the 
Lack thereof makes others king