Like A Crown

[failures__art]

I throw away my sorrows
Out into the air
And replace them with whiskey
My fears I cannot tell.
If I was 10 years older
I'd be settled down.
But I'm far too young
For this
Midwestern
Town.

And you scoot over
My thoughts they are dispersed.
All your good intentions
Cannot fulfill this thirst.
When I am 10 years older,
I'll place upon the ground
That bottle of whiskey
In this
Midwestern
Town.

A long time has passed
They said that I'd be fine.
But I'm not over it.
It sits inside my mind.
If I were 10 years older,
I'd wear it like a crown.
But I'm scared to be alone
In this
Midwestern
Town.