Yup, thatd be some vodka
Yea...
*where did you get it?*
I got it from a guy named Travis?
"How can I get a hold of Travis?"
*lol, I dunno he's not a real person*
I don't know?
"Why not?"
Because I don't know him, I was with Ryan?
*lol, now theyre never letting me out
Of this house again*
"So you just brought the water bottle with you?"
*lol, thanks for fabricating my story*
Yuppers.
So what if I lied?
Haha, maybe I shoulda bragged
About how I picked the lock
On the liquor cabinet instead
Or told them about the pint of
Alcohol I've consumed
That wouldnt ever fit in
That bottle
Or about the beer
And the blow job :P
Lol, vodka seriously is
The least of my worries
My friend is myself
Even though I'm scarred
And broken
Because depending on family
Is precarious
To say the least
I know what I did was safe
I know that I am untrustworthy
I know that you think
I am irresponsible
All right, I am
But not with booze.
Booze is my companion
But its also the devil
I've seen it's work
Crafted my father into a zombie
I'll pass
You think and incapable of owning up
You're right
My excuses will always run far and wide
I just
could never force out
A sorry
I don't mean
I can't see who I've hurt other than myself
So I'll accept their fake consequences
And keep doing what I'm doing
