Lying here prone
On the bathroom floor
Praying my sins be absolved
If I can just resolve
To show tequila the door
Maudlin
Perhaps I should consider
Meeting someone else instead
But I can’t help thinking
(Especially when drinking)
That I’d be better off dead
Booze Blues
I
know
the
time is
coming
Although
I’m not
quite
there
yet
When
all
I’ll
feel is
hungover
And
full
of
fucking
regret
Drunk
Looking in
the mirror
gives me
a fright,
But I think
I had a
good time
last night.
I don’t
remember
much or how
I got home,
Thank
fuck I’ve
woken up
alone.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 