Drink

Gave my soul time off today to deliberate with some darker sage
Resolve that which won’t be solved
For every time you rolled your eyes, I rolled a bit closer to my suicide
Retreat, ultimate defeat

But how will I feel thirteen hours from now?
How will I learn to deal with the spinning wheels, tasteless meals,
Crooked deals, will I drink?

Waste away minor glimmer of life getting liquored to the brink
Cast aside any aptitude from my prime to stare into a bottomless sink

I can prove those theorems any time within the laboratories of my mind
But that truth requires no proof
And I’ve heard tall tales of better days when conditions warrant much better ways
But such a year, never seems to be near

So where does someone like me find his retreat?
Where is my sanctuary, my security, my amnesty, my drink?

Just to endure the day, I’ll need to find a revamped way to think
Beyond contemporary form, mind-rejuvenating storm on a lackluster, mundane day
Can’t seem to muster up the will to bring this forward in any other way

Can you concede my side or continue to attack my pride?
Do you remember things before the bitter shattering?
Will I climb up off the schneid, embark on a finer ride
Be a better human being, remembering everything I forgot

How will I see things thirteen months from now?
Will I reflect upon this fateful day
As when I hit bottom and propelled back up somehow?

Living renewed moments of life on a smoother plane, somehow
Giving those thinner days of my prime a much clearer lane, somehow… somehow