29-3-10

The glass begins to slip from my grip,
And with my other hand, I grab at my wrist,
And quickly guide the drink to my waiting lips,
And then everything is oh,
And everything is quite alright.

And I, and I, and I
only last a couple of days
I know I am a failure,
I shouldn’t be in this room,
But in my own sculling away,
I’m only twenty,
I’m not quite ready,
To change my life.

The liquids quickly begins to disappear,
I watch it sink and sink and right in my ear,
‘Just one more, it won’t hurt’ is all I hear,
And then everything is oh,
And everything is quite alright.

And I, and I, and I
only last a couple of days
I know I am a failure,
I shouldn’t be in this room,
But in my own sculling away,
I’m only twenty,
I’m not quite ready,
To change my life.

So, so quickly I throw this down
so, so quickly to my calling throat,
I should be throwing this to the ground…

But I’m not ready for out.
I’m not ready to give this up.
I’m just a kid, how’d I wind up
like this? I’m just a kid,
all my friends are doing this,
I just take it a little far…
I just concentrate on keeping my eyes
alive on the way to the hospital.