Still drunk and foolish
Knowing each sips leads to thoughts more barren and fruitless
Liquor therapy, dare I say, is, so useless
I use it for this,
For those words,
The ones that just hang from my lips.
So much better spoken through these here fingertips.
It’s easy to witness,
Even gets easier if I continue to sip this
Words spilling like wrist slit.
With leaking emotions
I try so hard not to show them
Elixir forces these wounds back wide open
Can we keep it all in the moment?
Others lose focus, we all know how atrocious it can get
Does our conversation feel hopeless?
Would you rather read it, if I wrote it?
Or would you prefer to write me off like you had simply never noticed?
Soundless sealed and stuck at zero, motionless
Been trying to give it a rest,
It’s this liquid courage pulling it from my chest
Words of all kind
Even the worst, at their best