buy me a drink and we'll talk

[Wise Wiggles]

.….…old shit



this bar whispers, 'down the hatch' as my scars shiver
i could drink the dead air of this harsh winter
the feeling is fertilizer to this yard's blister
charges litter, it'd turn a passionate heart bitter
too late to start with her, fill my casket with hard liquor
if i black out early, obviously it gets dark quicker
speed racer, i see tracers as the stars flicker
why so redundant? always breakin' the bandage
smother face while my medication's taken advantage
had a soul, shaven capsules are savin' it frantic
submerge the cup in spiked punch like raisin' atlantis
time to sleep walk, i'm sick & tired of stayin' stagnant
stapled eyes paint abrasive lies which haze the canvas

pass out in odd positions.. fevers are dirty pals to me
frost bitten underneath this freezer burnt reality
i'll quit the sauce when this tequila worm paddles free..
loader, he's back - at the drop of a lime ready to overreact
co-dependant lover, better hope your plead's matched
what a grand dish, pants piss, cans whisk..banished..
from sober oblivion before the broken seam's patched
puzzeled victims, irregular alcoholic spewin' troubled wisdom
mouth puddle's drippin - fresh case, only a couple missin'
slept filthy, pled guilty to a life sentence of double fistin'
light relationships & stiff sadness, bliss comes with baggage
'you gonna take that last swig?' addicts, FORGET MATTRESS
lets see how long this pension spends, with expensive trends
misplaced arguements extend to where constant tension blends
...just me and my fermented friends

passed me drinks but didn't say how to control 'em..
when the mechanics breakdown, copy & paste clouds
waterfalls are my escape route, bottom's up in great style
can't recognize my face now, unwanted memories i take out
called for the same foul, snuck danger into the safe house
what if our ears weren't really made to embrace sound?
just ways around the waste found whenever you say ouch..
its far fetched like idle bar threats & all the credit card debts
my scarf's dreched in vodka droplets & energy sparks stench
tidy up my knapping place, also known as a park bench
should of seen this coming, i mean i was delt these cards bent

dudes pitiful..bottles gone, just bruised inners
stricken, with huge jitters..
wheres the nights filled with cute strippers wearing blue glitter?
every excuse withers, opposite of self-induced quitter
..now i'm gonna die if i don't get new liver