states of being
Seems like if I'm not in the field, I'm always drunk.
Sometimes I'm drunk in the field, of course. But there's a few people I need to talk to, and I never get the chance. I'm always gone. And when I'm home... I'm never in a respectable enough state to have a respectable conversation. Why is that? It's not as though alcohol can change the past.
I've developed a deep abiding hatred for what I've become, but I sure don't know how to stop it. If there ever was any goodness inside of me, I sure don't know how to get it back.
Sometimes I'm drunk in the field, of course. But there's a few people I need to talk to, and I never get the chance. I'm always gone. And when I'm home... I'm never in a respectable enough state to have a respectable conversation. Why is that? It's not as though alcohol can change the past.
I've developed a deep abiding hatred for what I've become, but I sure don't know how to stop it. If there ever was any goodness inside of me, I sure don't know how to get it back.