Sorrows in a bottle
Shot after shot is what I adore the most, I feel that my mind is lost in the distance of another coast. From blackouts to amnesia I can absolutely say it’s worth it, after all no pain or grief and my conscious no longer hurts me. Don’t swim on dry land or drink on an empty stomach, it’s true from short days to longs nights I can’t seem to remember nothing. You can say what you want but I’ll drink as I please, and continue the same pattern that I left off with from last week. You wouldn’t like it when I’m sober so now’s the time to grant your wishes, on a good day I ignore my blessings just because of this addiction. Clearly I’m thinking clearer bottled up I call it liquor, cheers.
© 2016 Andre Cordelius