Pick Your Poison
There’s a million bottles on the floor
separating me and you.
So, this is your choice huh?
Take a swig,
set yourself low.
So low, you can’t feel now?
So low, you can’t see now?
So low you can’t hear me now?
So low, I don’t even know you now.
You know all about the monsters
but your too naiveté to see the ones
snapping at you in the face.
They have you in their sights
their jaws are almost on you.
The bottles between us;
I slip on the liquor on the floor
I won’t be able to get to you this time,
I won’t be able to save you this time.
You’re slipping down the bottle,
a stranger meets my eyes.
So low, you can’t feel me now.
So low you can’t see me now.
So low you can’t hear me now.
So low, I don’t even know you now.
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