Shame
When the weekend comes it starts with one drink
Half into the night I cling to a sink
A surfacing of weakness I quickly wash down
With pepper flakes of gold smoothed over with Crown
Why do I choose this reward for the week
To hide in a bottle and drown in a drink
But the night far from done when I refill my cup
I notice a spark as someone lights up
Another evil god to take me away
To a twisted heaven for this night to stay
The smoke through my mouth I feel in my toes
Ran up to my brain and out through my nose
I walk through my hall miles to bed
To lay down this body and sleep like I'm dead
I notice a book that sat on the floor
A book that I read when I only four
Beautiful and sweet so precious to me
A story of man so old and the sea
I wanted to cry as I was ashamed
I've let this book down and I am to blame
Oh Ernest I'm sorry for I do not know
Where I have gone with nothing to show
I clung to the book and asleep I fell
To dream about lions and stories to tell
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