The Drunk Kids, The Catholics There All About the Same

by MissUnderstood   Nov 1, 2006


Just one more stiff drink.
Thats all I need to be at the bottom of the bottle.
One more stiff drink my stomach can't take.
Thats all I need to make the pain go away.
I'll lay back down on the rumpled bed that isn't made.
And go through that day over and over in my mind.
Till finally I can't take it, I'll just roll over.
Black Out.
The sun piercing through the blinds making my eyes flutter.
The light stings my eyes.
Time to start a new day that seems impossible.
It's just about time for that stiff drink.
Just one more stiff drink my stomach can't take.

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