i ain’t drunk enough for this shit,
but dammit god,
i will climb bloody fist over bloody fucking fist,
up whatever broken tower of babel it takes;
God,
I will look you in the eyes,
And I will demand you explain your reasons.
ain’t no reason,
ain’t no damn reason.
[please-please-please,
kiss me with those whiskey lips,
i’m useless in this,
i just want to forget]
