I wanted to do percs today
Chose a tiny jug of wine
Cheaper
Less struggle
Same voices inside my mind
Oh, the fucking irony
As I sit in our room
Trying to fool myself
With a teacup
That I'm not you
I have hundreds
Upon hundreds
Of sleeping pills
We know
A bottle of Kolonpin
Will do
Then you'll be back
To being mine
And
I'll come home to you
©lunabrosla
L