Whatever The Fuck His Name Is

The countdown to our extinction came suddenly.
I was living between bottles;
blinders you finally shot out.
I always fed off heartbreaks and liquor,
words between drags,
thoughts after exhales
and now I can't even stand to see the sight of ink on paper.
I lied when I said I'd be ok.
You said we'd be friends, better off.
But every night I drink myself to sleep,
self medication to say the least.
But I'm tired of sleeping with myself,
I'm tired of always thinking about you with him.
It's out of my hands and you've crossed county lines.
You said you're trying to be happy.
well I'm not.
I don't care if you worry about me swerving
at last call cause you stopped answering
all my 3 A.M. calls.
You said you'd pick me up every time I fell,
so who's the liar now?
I know he'll never make you as happy
or miserable as I have.
so try your best at mediocrity,
but if you're trying to be happy you're only fucking
kidding yourself.
So fuck him all you'd like
and spill all your guts over him.
You're the victim.
But I'm not coming back.
I'd rather talk to my beer
and kiss my cigarette
cause at least I know they wouldn't
want to be anywhere else.
I'm going to drink away these wounds
and I'm not going to stop until
I have committed a few sins.