First.Drunk.Night
I wake up this morning
throbbing headache
and i know what drunk feels like
but right now there is this bliss that i am still alive and i am fine
i’ve got a million reasons why
Becca and i didn’t fuck last night
but her skirt hiked up
my leg buried between hers
a man will often cry about his life
when a kitten refuses to purr
but i was almost with her
both of us showing restraint
i don’t think i’ll forget her manipulative and using face.
Today was not the day for me to take her boyfriend away
But oh! I will ruin her in days to come with kisses to necks
And drunkenly slurred love poems….
i’ve got….dreams of you in these
hardthroats, these glasses for me to hold
i’ll keep you warm like whiskey when you are cold
I might have compromise myself for others
But I have not ruined myself yet
For even in this night of destruction, debauchery -
- tales of suicide from somewhere deep inside
I cry on my dirty rug to Deborah
I cry on while Ryan from New York watches a Pennsylvanian boy break
I called the old love of my life
And confessed things I wasn’t brave enough to save
I made myself throw up in the shower
Thinking upon Krysta’s lack of will of ability to stay
I cry softly in my heart without tears in my eyes
And I will find a way
To make her take off her clothes
To make drinks compose
To make the ruins of the past become my eden of tomorrow
