Song: Pour Me
By: Hollywood Undead
Pour me, pour me, pour me another,
It holds me, holds me,
Like no other,
He sat at the bar waiting for his drink. He promised it was his last, but even he knew that was a lie. He grabbed the drink and gulped it down. The cold beverage felt good and horrible. It tasted horrible but calmed him down faster.
One more drink, then I swear that I'm going home,
Truth is, I don't really have a place to go,
So pour me, pour me, pour me another.
"Okay man, I think you should go home." One of the bartenders said and he looked up slowly.
"Yeah, I guess." He slurred and got up.
"You aren't driving like that right?" A new bartender asked and he looked down.
"No. Well just depends if I can get there." He mumbled the last part and started walking out.
I wake up right about the mid-afternoon,
With the sun in the sky but night's coming soon,
And I walk to the mirror just to fix myself,
Yeah life gets harder when you love nothing else,
(Y/N) sighed as she looked at her friend in this stated. He was passed out on her couch and looked like a mess. He barely talked to anyone but himself. He would mumbled about his problems and how he needed a drink. He never really played with his friends or really do anything but drink. She grabbed her keys and left, leaving him with his own problems.
He woke up and saw it was almost one. He rubbed his eyes and looked around for (Y/N). She was nowhere insight. He walked to the bathroom and past a mirror. He looked in and saw his bloodshot eyes, messy hair, and a broken person all together.
So I pick my pills from the counter drawer,
Pick my self-esteem up off the fucking floor,
I guess I'm a man of no recourse,
As I crack another bottle, got no remorse,
He ran water and grabbed his pills. He swallowed the useless depression pills. They never helped him. He was still depressed everyday whether he took them or not. He only did it because of (Y/N). She said they would help him but the never did. He made his way out to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He grabbed a beer and opened it up.
And I'll say a little prayer for the child in me,
I swear I used to be what I truly believe,
That I'm not just a man with these broken dreams,
That even I could go to heaven,
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SongShots & OneShots **Request open!!**
RomanceSong shots and one shots about The Crew. I try not to do Joel or Jahova since they are both married and feels awkward to write about them. I only do x readers so it is for everyone and not one person.
