off her wagon

[mazzie]

it's like
when you're sitting on the train
reading that book and suddenly
it gets really sad and the words
tap at that little box
that you've been hiding
in the corner of your mind
full of the last three weeks
of saying you're just fine

and then you're weeping and sputtering
right there on the train
like a stranger

and that loud voice
the one that sounds like reason
demands whiskey please
and now
please

it's my secret, see
i don't need that
soft voice in the night
or those
tender arms to hold me tight
i've got reason
enough to believe
that i'm just fine
when sweet amber poison
presides

Comments

[keeyoo.livejournal.com]

Oof. That don't sound good...