Nothing like coppery tinged tap water
the morning after a drunken binge.
Nothing like bloodshot eyes
The deadpan stare of my reflection.
Nothing like starving another day
drinking to numb the pain away.
Nothing but nothing left to save
down to the very last quarter.
Nothing like the fiery clear tinge
Of vodka while my brain fries.
Nothing like a drunken first impression
Forgotten with the words I say.
Nothing like the black and gray
Morning brain shrinking tauter.
Nothing happens quite unhinged
As the morning after reprise.
Nothing save this fueled infection
Nothing like booze just for today.
Nothing but nothing takes the pain away.
