If I make it through this year, I think I'm gonna put this bottle down. Maybe as time goes on I'll learn to miss it less than I do now. Think I'm gonna tell her that I'm gonna go away for a while.
Them stories that you tell me are so hard to swallow. You said 'Go to hell' but I know you'd just follow. The future's closing in quicker than you think.
You met him at the dance hall. You only saw his charms. You said he really swept you off your feet. Then one night he's drinking. And jealousy enraged.
When Walter went crazy. She was sitting on the couch. Painting her toenails. And drinking a tab. He walked out of the bedroom with a cigarette in his mouth.
There was something in the envelope she passed him. That weighed more to him than paper and some ink. It had the hint of something darker and a hint of something sweet.
She sits alone and stares out the window, the thoughts pour out. The morning sun pours in. She paints a smile on her lips and looks at herself in the mirror.