| alcohol and goddamnit there's a drink down to the bottom & a hole at the end of my cup. drowning in a river of all the chances i threw-up. i want to go away from all the things i've grown around me. capsize the populace of my aging masochism. i'm a martyr for the truths in my mistakes. And all of this can be dealt with of can be quickly washed away i'm betting on the latter with the lie i'm getting better i'll tell the world to come & stake a claim in my mistakes... |