Bar-room confessions of a drunk

by Your Best Mistake Your Perfect Failure   Nov 23, 2012


Im trying to understand
ThWhetherason why you hoit d my hand
You... demand I confide
Not to run from you..not supposed to hide.
You say..

Yet your own request; you dont even follow
... so trapped in my depression; I wallow
This anger is getting harder and harder to swallow

You question my reaaons to the affair
Im having with this bottle.. ive yet to share. .
Its because I meant those words as they rolled off my tounge
... my heart is hung.. strung
Without care....

Love itself is a gamble..
Drunks like me ramble...
You dont even get to see the cards..
Wind up with a broken hearts..

People on this track often wind up the same...
One night stands.. just as lame
As the last..

I cant even see anothers face
Without feeling out of place...
Your blue green eyes
They haunt me

In the blank stares... I recall
I see your face...
Every last person I meet.. one and all

The touch of anothers hand
Whether woman or man
I remember your skin
The way It reeled me in
From the edge..

You tell me ... put yourself in my shoes
How would it be from my view..
I dont know..
Is your view just as blue
As mine?

I can hardly muster the strength
That must take place..
To carry on..

Who holds the answer
Definitely not this heartbroke
Lonely man...
This life.. I cant stand.

Not without you..
Your as critical to my life, as the sky: blue...
Dont make me live souless and cold..
I just wish it was MY heart you wanted to hold.

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