As if drinking wasn’t enough.
Take today and promise me tomorrow
Take your shirt, your cologne, and the box of memories
funny how little we can amount to
I’ll burn and blow ashes
Charred, broken, irreplaceable
to the left, to the left, it spills into your Corona
Garnished with a lime
Making the emptiness burn
The stranger takes the drink and swallows
Swallow my pain, his love, my lies
his semen that dripped liquid hate down my throat
He knocks that drink back and stares
Taste familiar. Yes?
Taste similar. Yes?
Does it remind you of the broken hearts that you endured?
That every selfish bitch puts you through?
All heartbreak ends the same
Liquid prototypes of the broken hearts in every sad song
You embrace my pain
I’ll fancy yours
Till we break up then make up
and then three times more
Then we can take our ashes and pour
In another unsuspecting stranger’s drink
and on it goesÂ
again
