Lovely booze, call it alcoholism in the name of damned science
In the name of psychology and psychiatry
It runs my life as

Like a Bottle of Cheap Whisky

Cheapened by yesterday and ripe
Each sip brings the bottle closer to its end
The inevitable

Let me liquid coat my feelings, to numb all of these emotions.

Let me open up the bottle and empty the waterfall of my life's

Always the second priority
To your other woman alcohol
Who holds the authority.

Watching the false sense of happiness
Rush toward

I watched him walk in.
That weaving gate
Drink spilling
Leaving trails of heartache
How many times
Do you watch them fall
How