My head is pounding from realizing all the things I never realized.
That's the second time today, hundredth time this month.
I always thought than number was a little too much.
Hollow promise, empty alcoholic.
The sunshine retreats to her safe house behind the clouds,
The young girl and the new life she has found.
Secrets drip like poison off your tongue,
And it reminds me of,
Hollow promises, empty alcoholics.
You never were 'just fine'
And honey,
The hymns you use to sing yourself to sleep,
They have lost their melodies among the
Forgotten lives, broken glass
Every memory you threw in the trash
Recovered,
But only as long as you can stay alive.
