Drunken Romantics
The heart beats in the liver
As yeast producing bacteria
swims down our throat
As man plays cupid
Binding us together
Like carmel coated spit
On the intangible scent of lust
We breathe on each others skin
Kissing on one anothers hips
And biting tongues
As war is happening
In both the partieal lobe of my brain
and the center of my testicles
Cause i wont remember you
Damaged soul, yet beautiful
When i wake up
Nor will my child when he grows up
But he will remember your screams
When you yell drunk at the kitchen table
Looking at your life in a glass bottle
And hiccupping lies to him
Saying "Hes in a better place"
When im only a disgrace
To both of your eyes
In lies
On the bottle dropping to the floor
Like agonized bullets of tears
You still scream
Even though he's 18
Grown up without me
Without you
Without anyone to look up too
But himself
And a cheap shot of Vodka
On his neck
And on the girl's breath
Who he thinks he loves
5 years older than him
But only loves the estacy in his young jeans
For she loves another man at home
Who I could never be
A father
A friend
Nor culd he ever be me
That young man's father
Now homeless and alone
Dreams of getting back on the road
But shot up on meth
Calling death
While i shiver
As my nature drags me to die
Within my drunken liver
As yeast producing bacteria
swims down our throat
As man plays cupid
Binding us together
Like carmel coated spit
On the intangible scent of lust
We breathe on each others skin
Kissing on one anothers hips
And biting tongues
As war is happening
In both the partieal lobe of my brain
and the center of my testicles
Cause i wont remember you
Damaged soul, yet beautiful
When i wake up
Nor will my child when he grows up
But he will remember your screams
When you yell drunk at the kitchen table
Looking at your life in a glass bottle
And hiccupping lies to him
Saying "Hes in a better place"
When im only a disgrace
To both of your eyes
In lies
On the bottle dropping to the floor
Like agonized bullets of tears
You still scream
Even though he's 18
Grown up without me
Without you
Without anyone to look up too
But himself
And a cheap shot of Vodka
On his neck
And on the girl's breath
Who he thinks he loves
5 years older than him
But only loves the estacy in his young jeans
For she loves another man at home
Who I could never be
A father
A friend
Nor culd he ever be me
That young man's father
Now homeless and alone
Dreams of getting back on the road
But shot up on meth
Calling death
While i shiver
As my nature drags me to die
Within my drunken liver