Smoked through another pack of cigarettes again drunk on cheap wine and gin I stumble to the floor to watch you walk through the door standing there staring down silently at me. As I mumble to myself why do you do this? You softly run your fingers through my hair humming a tune I don’t know. You hold me tight because the nights get the worst of me but the best of you. You kiss my face and still you sit here with me in my dark place.
Smoked through another pack of cigarettes again drunk on cheap wine and out of gin I curse at the night for leaving me without a light to see my way back. I stumble to the ground as you come around crawling on your knees you point to me and smile we lay around in the grass for a while not sure what we see in the stars but something is there we just know it. I mumble to myself why can’t you stop this? You kiss my lips and softly run your fingers down my face humming a tune I can’t quite remember, but somehow it seems familiar to me.
Smoked through another pack of cigarettes again drunk on cheap beer because I misplaced all my wine I do not move an inch as you walk back in to steal my sadness again. You stand near me as you place your breast against my face and begin to softly hug me I mumble to myself I’ve got to stop this. You look down into my eyes and as you start to cry you kiss me goodbye. I stumble to my feet but gravity drags me back down this time I’ve been beat. On the floor I watch you walk out the door, and as I lay there counting the seconds as they pass you walk back in with a bag of cheap wine and gin.
Smoked through another pack of cigarettes again drunk on the cheap wine and gin, I stumble to the floor to watch you walk through the door you stare down, and laugh softly at me. You know me better than I know myself, and before I can mumble you kiss my lips and say because sometimes we all need a good drunk on cheap wine and gin.