Working tonight
Drowning in a shallow, disinfecting, distilled puddle.
Short shoots down my throat, burning my esophagus, curupting my blood.
Cant stand, wont sit, its time for me to not really give a shit.
Its going to be a whisky night.
(I wrote a country song, ha)
1 Comments:
Whiskey is my kind of lullabye.
god, I miss alcohol. One of these days I'll break down and drink with you.
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