Burnout

V. FOUR

I've never written sober. Every musical idea that I have stems from being totally fucked up. That would be the death of us. My alcoholism would be the death of us.

I remember the day I fell for her. I was so fucked up. She was too. We talked at a local bar and ended up hitting it off. I recognized her because we had a class together in college. We talked and ended up going on a few dates.

No! I did not hook up with her that night. It was the night I fell for her. I didn't know that she would be the girl I planned on marrying. I loved her. She's probably happier now though. She doesn't have to deal with my drunk ass anymore.

I needed closure. I just need to know if she's in a better place than where she was with me.

I played gigs more fucked up than people know. That's where I was the night she left me. I was leaving my gig with a few of my old friends. That's how I remember how much alcohol I had. I saw my tab at the bar.

I remember waking up the next morning and realizing that she was gone.