xi. day drunk

never hungover again
on repeat
can’t get out of bed
laundry drying
in my closest
thoughts of death
keep on calling

crawling closer to me

don’t wanna be a day drunk
i’ve been hella down on my luck
though i try i can’t get unstuck
don’t wanna spend the day drunk

serpent tongue and saintly smile
taken down at every mile
mark my words, please keep score
i don’t want this anymore

wet pants
dry cement
stolen youth
displaced by doom

man a banana stand in the summer
burn it down, no heart to discover
the price i pay to salvage a lover
don’t ask if i’ll ever recover

crawling closer to me

you said “you should quit drinking before eleven”
i should quit drinking, i’ve been contemplating
damn these thoughts keep me bedridden
damn these thoughts i keep on splitting