Holy Shit, I'M Drunk
Holy ****, i'm drunk.
Why do i do this?
How many nights have I gone through this..
It's all fun and games when I'm with my friends,
But when they all leave I find myself thinking of the edge.
I mean holy ****. I am really drunk..
Everything I own can fit inside a trunk!
This Is what I wanted, this is what i craved,
Everything had changed that night, we snorted all those drugs and raved.
I just wanted to hide the pain. Is that why I so willingly damaged my brain?
I am lying on this side walk... This so me... This is so my mother...
That bottle was my friend, the bottle was the key.
The bottle was my best friend. the bottle was just me.
Drinking beer by the pool is the last thing I will remember,
haha me with that beer is the last thing my mom will remember.
Copyright © Benjamin Larson | Year Posted 2013
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