Whiskey Jaded
Laugh cause it's sad, cry cause it feels good, all mixed up, like a chemistry experiment gone wrong. Living in these labratories, broken glass to show for all your better living, dry humor, wry smiles, ever feel as if your internal organs are becoming dust? Fading fast, the last drops at the bottom of the bottle tempt and you falter because, well...it tasted good. No regret over the hours of cold tile promise to return with more resolve, but the outcome never changes. Always closest to the truth just on this side of blacking out, chasing ghosts and dreams to the bitter end...