Glass in Hand
she said she has dreams
that she cant have with me
so i silent my screams
while she walks out on me
laughter wont mix with misery
so i drink a bottle
and wish for more whiskey
waking up
is not a friendly hand
i cant reach for the cup
with my glass in hand
wonder why i'm trying
to survive this
till it happens again
i can only wish
my thoughts slur
my tongue will list
to port and bow
and back again
drunken broken man
with a spine like a leaf
refusing to deal
or share in his grief
till one summers day
in a month i cant remember
my heart gave out
and i finally surrendered
enjoyed a few smiles
and gained an ally
we all start this journey
with ourselves by our side
that she cant have with me
so i silent my screams
while she walks out on me
laughter wont mix with misery
so i drink a bottle
and wish for more whiskey
waking up
is not a friendly hand
i cant reach for the cup
with my glass in hand
wonder why i'm trying
to survive this
till it happens again
i can only wish
my thoughts slur
my tongue will list
to port and bow
and back again
drunken broken man
with a spine like a leaf
refusing to deal
or share in his grief
till one summers day
in a month i cant remember
my heart gave out
and i finally surrendered
enjoyed a few smiles
and gained an ally
we all start this journey
with ourselves by our side
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