Just Take Another Drink
There’s a bottle on the floor.
There’s a boy in my bed.
And I don’t know his name.
And I don’t know where I was or what we did.
And honestly, I want a drink.
Just take another drink.
Just swallow these pills.
I’m clicking my heels please take me home.
I ache from bruises I don’t remember getting.
I feel all used up, as if there’s nothing left.
And I don’t know why I do this.
And I don’t want t be this person anymore.
And honestly I want something more.
Just take another drink.
Just swallow these pills.
I’m clicking my heels please take me home.
There’s a shirt on the floor that isn’t mine.
There’s an empty bottle of Vicodin on the floor.
And I don’t know who was here with me.
And I can’t remember the last week.
And honestly I just want a drink.
Just take another drink.
Just swallow these pills.
I’m clicking my heels please take me home.

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