doing time behind bars of resent
whiskey shots of torment
this pain not well spent
the buzz leaves me dormant
shaken without a stir
my eyes red with aggravation
blended by alcohol sure
but each shot holds no salvation
hey barkeep what is life
i pose this simple dilemma
it's all factions of strife
and your own stigma
he replies with a shrug
so i'm hopeless aren't i
living in this hole i've dug
nodding to me if it's all a lie
give me double shot of glory
heavy on the hope of God
he says son it's the same story
the point of view of a fraud
well what do i pray for
what can make me feel whole
he says no matter what i pour
your merely an empty soul
No comments:
Post a Comment