Drunk Kind of High

Sadness

Sippin on depression, it’s bitter in my mouth.

Natural rejection of pain I spit back out. Leave the bottle alone for a day, then I need another drink. 

Two shots of misery, threw it back to help me think.

Familiar waves of dizziness.

I’m just tryna chill.

Sit back puff on my worry and forget about the real.

Popped a few peeves so don’t get too close to me.

Loaded gun laid on my lips, I Pull the trigger when I speak.

You can see the confusion through the windows of my soul.

So easy just to lay back and watch the past unfold.

Locked pieces of my future behind a broken door,

open on the weekend but closed after four.