nochella

another year, another world, is this fullness the transitorE and who is Lucy?
I can't see for shame, another tidal wave of whiskey to blame all the pain on
I felt so full of life at one point, a joint that's meant to be shared
and me, myself and I, we round out like the numbers of pi,
and buzzin alone ain't the same when you're the only one in the hive.
Taste sweet like honey and strong as sin
the words I use to pull me into drinking gin to top the holes that fill me in.