The Comfort of a Drunken Mind

The Comfort of a Drunken Mind Lipstick on an empty glass A Memory of a smile In my time, don’t you know? Young girls vied for my attention Always posing, Heartbreaker to women was I. God, I will never see her smile again her voice silent to me Inside I am a flower without rain A musician without music My love waits in a queue, Full of fools, and whiskey bottles Ahhh another drink Yes tomorrow, will be better I remember her stare, Sitting on that chair, That damn chair. Drink Darling? My Blossom of the night, a smooth talker me. I broke her dreams Now Petals on a stormy sea I remember her scent Now washed away on the hurricanes breath Called Whisky. Ahh another drink, she won’t leave me? Damn that empty chair To bed, the morning will bring her back The bottle sleeps and the sandman paints his illusions Dreams invulnerable to reality. The glow of dawn, incinerates these imposters Fabricated in the monsoon of a drowning brain Cornflakes and Barley wine, a man’s breakfast What now, a snifter I think and another thought? Love has left this empty chair Where dreams and happiness dwelt Where futures were planned and Where love flowed, intoxicating our lives. Still, the empty glass remains. Ahh, another drink, and another illusion to comfort my soul The bottle is my love now, And the empty chair, my sentence. That damned empty chair Ahh did I tell you, once I was a heartbreaker? Come share a drink with me friend?