Sunday, August 12, 2012

Five O'Clock Medicine

As he hands me another drink
I close my eyes and think,
What am I getting myself into?
So I grasp the bottle, going full throttle
Aiming to get drunk, hear the brain go THUNK
So I can block you out, tune you out
Keep you out of my head, 
Fill it emptiness instead of you
And this piece of the puzzle too
Sobriety is too hard, harder than steel
And I've lied, cheated, stolen for this
Have my flask filled with Texas, shot glass by my bed
I have my blade with memories lying next to my head
Cigarettes on the table, thought I'd be able to quit
But it messes with my mind, and I love it
I love this feeling I get, I get it
I understand the guilt, the shame
Since I always cringe when I hear your name
And I've never wanted this fame
Of being the one with the past, catching up fast
Falling down faster, deeper into holes
Who's gonna catch me? You? You told me
To run, run far away, in fact, I should have been gone yesterday
And so you hand me another bottle of my five o'clock remedy
Takes away the pain, brings back my smile again
It's all become a routine for me
Go out, get drunk, get high, high fives
Down low, too slow, passing out on the floor
It's okay, I've already been down that way
What more could happen that I haven't already seen?
As if they can take advantage of me
There's nothing to take advantage of, love
I've been broken, haven't been fixed
Except by my five o'clock medicine, mixed
With the three and the two o'clock feelings
It's a bad feeling, to be reeling, room's spinning
Round in circles, where'd the floor go?
You look so attractive with this newly found ego
And the buzz makes it go away, makes me forget
That no matter what I do, you still don't love me yet
And I'll never be worth more than a cent
Facing repercussions, I haven't caused it
So I drink
I drink it all up, feel it go down
Feel it burn as it turns my world upside down
Come lie with me, stranger, come make me feel numb
And bring with you the vodka as iced as the room
Taken out of a freezer colder than you if it's true
You're my lover, my medicine, my homemade recipe
So come to me, work for me, just help me sleep 

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