Southern Comfort

I wish there was power in silence
Designate me, trip my wires
make me violent
I use to drink just for the smiles and vibrations
Now I drink strictly for denial, I've lost my patience
Somewhere within the burns down my throat
In between each gulp, that's where I miss you the most
I wish I could become aggressive, that way
I could transfer all my energy into something more productive
Instead, I feel comfort in solitude
Still wishing that after every bottle, I could change my attitude
That after every bottle, I'd eventually forget you
But I realize that the real person I'm trying to forget
is who I was, when I was with you