Sunday, January 13, 2008

Lessons Learned

My father taught me to be emotionally distant
My mother taught me to be guilty about it
Cocaine taught me to always be confident
Heroin taught me how to be apathetic

ABV .18

Taste your lips
Sweating out last nights sorrie
Questions circulating
I remember your drunk whispers
Clearly, cutting through my own alcohol haze
So is this interest or toying
Last time, another soul
Trust, Mistrust, All lost
Not enough to leave a scar
But the mark is still on my arm
So i haven't forgotten yet
Your too pretty
And your not a surgeon
It will be fun
Lets play a game