One of the things I hate....
talking to drunk people
and having drunk talk
So I decided to record my self at my darkest moments of being drunk.
This is a record of my drunk talk to my self over a course of a month
This is a wonderful love,
A love I don't want to lose
I Just need to find some balance
Perfect silence
I am overwhelmed
I do nothing
I hear the laughing
Things are shifting
but still looking good
I lay myself down
next to the trains
I put my self in weird situations
always coming back for more
Its easy to let go
to let your self drown
It's hard to hold your self back
and watch others lose control
when no one is looking
Everyone is touching,
giving me a look
like they know me,
like they are the ones who appreciate me
you whisper to me
you are so tender
but we all know
Everyone one is fading
nothing left in common
Memories echoing in my mind
can't focus on anything but
"to the good ol' days"
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