Life at the local tavern
A bar built for the glum
Where my troubles hide in a tall spotted glass
Been hurt here before
Yet still I come back for more
A shot of fuck it and a stool for my ass
Oceans of tequila and sin
Rivers of forgotten dreams
Breathing stale smoke that helps numb my brain
But its me who is drowning
Three times down I go under
As I keep guzzling worlds are circling the drain
I keep pounding them down
Yet my sorrows won’t drown
When my hangover starts they come back to appear
Still I drink just the same
It’s an unending game
Because when I’m drunk I just don’t fucking care
Why do we come back to this vacuum
Chained to mundane desperations
While trapped in a labyrinth built on the life of a lie
Come pour us liquid relief
Our lives are tragically brief
But the rum is why we come here in handcuffs to die
Weeks morph into mornings
Can’t even tell day from night
The lost time fills me with anger confusion and strife
One more lonely night
No one to console me
Sorrows never drown so I cry Fuck My Life
So sad.
an emotion I don’t like to tap into to often yet never want to forget