It’s Sunday of finals week, the day after the SC game… Which means that yesterday marked a year from the start of one of the most miserable weeks of my life. And today marks when I realized I had hit-bottom. And tonight marks one of the most painfully awkward conversations ever. Friday marks a continued fall… on multiple levels. And then Saturday will mark the start of recuperation.
I got desperate desires and unadmirable plans
My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent
Bring you back to the bar, get you out of the cold
A sober straight face gets you out of your clothes
And they’re scared, that we know
All the crimes they’ll commit
Who they’ll kiss before they get homeI will lie awake
And lie for fun and fake the way I hold you
Let you fall for every empty word I sayBarely conscious in the door where you stand
Your eyes are fighting sleep while your mouth makes your demand
You laugh at every word trying hard to be cute
I almost feel sorry for what I’m gonna do
And your hair smells of smoke
Who will cast the first stone?
You can sin or spend the night all aloneYou’re using all your looks that you’ve thrown from the start
If you let me have my way I swear I’ll tear you apart
’cause it’s all you can be, you’re a drunk, and you’re scared
It’s ladies night, all the girls drink for free
I want to be free of it. Free of the memory. Free of the pain. Free of the lingering consequences and other crap. Free of the weekly reminder. Happy anniversary.
