My drinking has become a problem.
It seems to come in and corrupt my system.
I find people in better light than usual
and my relationships tend to be more casual…
I knew them last night, but they are gone today
and my last night is just a specter of gray.

She said I told her of my love for her
and how I admitted my love, to hear her purr…
She broke her heart over my touch in the moonlight
while I gripped that bottle of tequila tight...

She said I confessed my undying love
and let my kiss come to shove…
Now the morning after, looking back on a haze
as I make it through another one of my hung over days..

My drinking had overcome my emotions
and I confessed of my love deeper than the oceans..
My bottle clenched deep in my dreams
while I rip my sanity apart at the seams..

08/30/2003

Posted on 08/31/2003
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