Versus You An Artist With A Self-portrait Has No Imagination
I was drinking to forget their shit-talking.
I was drinking to forget the heroes that I've never found.
I was drinking to forget the wrong words that I've said.
I was drinking to hide from my own ghosts.
The word 'life' could mean
so much more than this.
Dreams of red water in a white bath tub.
Dreams of gray cold blades cutting through my skin.
I was drinking to forget the f..ckers that I hate.
I was drinking to drown the thoughts up in my head.
I was drinking to keep on lying to myself.
I was drinking to pass the time.
With eyes I can trust,
you are saving me, my friend.
With empty pockets refilled,
I'm shaking hands with my ghosts.
This haunted town has a name.
Dead eyes have been refilled.
