can i just kiss the morning good bye? and talk through the night for the guy that lived through my dreams walked away. i see no point on moving on if I have nowhere to go to. i see no point on saying goodbye if ears were never lent though everyone seems to be supportive. wake me through thre night I may not be dreaming of anything else but I would like to have my eyes wide open instead of drowning through the lake of which I've come to fear the most. save me from the thoughts i have yet conquered. and save me from kissing the right for drunken lips of mine thurst for truth and the past.
Lines flowed through my vodka. As I watched the vodka spin in the glass, watch as my hands shake and my fingers tremble. Leave the dripping alcohol onto my fingers. Let me hold your hand and lead me to the outside. Bring me somewhere I can mumble. Stutter. Mumble and stutter the words I've been meaning to tell you. Or simply to just give you the letters containing sentences kept inside. Let me cry the tears along with my alcohol. Drinking through the feelings struggling. Cut through my skin and see the blood flow. Wake me up through the hangover. But the sober mind would never struggle. Drunken lips and sober mind. Leave them in my hand. Crazy girl.
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