Dry Alcohol

Not a waltz

Miss you every day
be it a lot or a little
Wish i could find a way
To solve this riddle
It burns my throat
If i take just a single drop
Stops my hands from shaking
But that one drop is not enough

Someone please tell me
How did i come to be
Stuck in a cliffbound boxcar
Careening out of control
Dangling helplessly
Like an ancient puppeteers
Least favorite raggedy doll
Choking on regrets
And too many cigarettes
And conversations that will never come to be

Have a flask
it makes a good parachute
In case this plane crashes in the river
The pilots jokes are stale and lifeless
As a 12 year old saltine cracker
Reach out in despair
This empty seat sits mocking me
Reminding me of a bottle
still on the shelf
That ill probably never get to drink

Someone tell me please
How did i come to be
Drowning in a sinking ship
With my life vest left on the dock
Holding on to my last breath
keeping tally of the precious seconds i have left
Wake in a screaming sweat
Punching at the clock
And ghosts of could have beens

Miss you everyday
Sometimes a little most times a lot
Wish that i had the nerve to accept the pain of 1 more shot
It burns my throat
if i take just one single drop
To start my heart to racing
Even though the engine's seized it's block

How long must i pretend
Im no master of deception
This ceremonies pointless
As hosts of late night television
Because the walls will crumble down
An avalanche of social frustration
And ill be on the green and you'll taste sweet
Back at square one again and again
Our record scratched in spots where the best lyrics lie but like our humor the best of times
And finally the alcohol will be dry