Well, I've had too much to drink again tonight
Soul torn up by laughter and rose
Eyes so drunk from empty wine bottles
Veins shot with suppressed misery
I've worn out my dancing shoes,
But vodka makes my limbs sing
Disguising pain and hate
Like I do my alcohol
With blood,
My blood
Spilled not by blade tonight
But through ink of my pen
Sleeping in a noisy alleyway
The darkest corner of my head
Thoughts screaming like sirens
Irises dancing with city lights
At 11:00 in my bed
Look me over
But I'm not yours
The only thing I'll ever return to is my sheets,
Bottles,
And sleeping pills.
