With this toaster I toast to you

[poeticword]

the white walls are closing in
the mess of my head
can't seem to cleanse
damn that drink thats constantly in my hand
sipping endlessly on this heart break
mo' wine mo' worries
Enough cigarettes to inhale
..i've got that straight jacket feeling
the mess of my mind can't seem to cleanse
oh how theses walls feel so snug tonight
an escape of inebriation
was my master plan
then I arose and realized
how the vast the pain
starts up again.
I've got that straight jacket feeling
Wondering when I'll see you again
I pour my last drink
just to set it on the edge of the tub
with a toaster in my hand
body submerged in this water
I toast to you.