I Love the Liquor More

I Love the Liquor More My decor, is empty walls, a tv, and one reclining chair The front doors, like a gate to hell, where mem’ries, lie heavy in…the air Each window leaks a breath of hope, but the smokes, got me falling down.. the stairs Is there a message, in those twelve steps, I don’t know, but you can bet that I don’t care… I love the liquor more More than I ever loved, myself Sold my soul at the crossroads, three years Past the age of twelve The consequence is dying But somehow, it seems the only cure I’m looking up at rock bottom…I guess I love the liquor more Depressions not set in, truth is, it’s reality, I hate… Some blame the whiskey, but me, I know it’s fate Been high for so long now, sobriety is too much of, a chore… Think I’ll try to find redemption, but I’m afraid… I love the liquor more I love the liquor more More than I ever loved myself Sold my soul at the crossroads, three years Past the age of twelve The consequence is dying But somehow, it seems the only cure I’m looking up at rock bottom, I guess I love the liquor more Maybe I can find redemption Start a new life Turn every wrong into a right I’ll try….. My hands shook at Sunday service, till I, found respite in the wine The seeds of the sermon, planted doubt, fueling helplessness inside So I reach under my chair, pulled out my .44 The barrel tastes like powder, like those hundred times before…..and once more I loved the liquor more More than I ever loved myself Sold my soul at the crossroads, thee years Past the age of twelve If the consequence is dying I’m still waiting for the cure…… I’m looking up at rock bottom Guess I…..love the liquor more ©?2023