Resting on her laurelssipping brandy out the bottle by the bay
she never did grow wearyof day-drinking,
catching buzzes throughout the day
Does she fear that she will changeif she empties all the booze down the drain?
Or maybe that’s me thinkingand projecting my own fearsalong the way
I could swear that I have peace
on and off whenever I please
but honestly I can seeit’s warfare on repeat
Can’t recall an eveningwhen I didn’t end up drowning at a bar
The loneliness is cripplingand memory is frankly just too hard
Do I fear that I will changeif I empty all the booze down the drain?
pretty sure I’m thinkingand protecting my routinealong the way
I could swear that I have peace
on and off whenever I please
but honestly I can seeit’s warfare on repeat