One drink too many is a scary place for me
Walking home in the fog
Alone and reflecting on loneliness
One drink too many is a scary place for me
In my mind it's like a trap
You know better than to reach out
To try and quench your imminent aloneness
But your mind likes to play tricks on you
Telling you it's okay, it's warranted, you're angry, you're hurt, these feelings are warranted
And while they do, they're absolutely none of his fucking business
You have an energy, as your past politely put it. A really bright and vibrant energy about you. And he can no longer access it.
It's his loss.
People are rooting for you.
