I lay on my bed
The ceiling spinning
the glass sitting there in my mind, taunting me
the warm liquid
tangy, sweet, tantalizing
mocking me through harsh sounds
your words echo in my mind
my music blairs
"Ghost of me"
in my ears
The light gives me a headache
I turn it off
My tears like little razor blades
cutting deep into my face
My blood spiking from my pain
I haven't touched anything since my shift ended
I've just laid here
wasted
I could see the end
I just couldn't see myself like this again
I thought after the last time
I wouldn't have to be wasted this bad
the room spinning I close me eyes,
and just fall asleep
the tears still in my eyes
Once again, totally wasted
The ceiling spinning
the glass sitting there in my mind, taunting me
the warm liquid
tangy, sweet, tantalizing
mocking me through harsh sounds
your words echo in my mind
my music blairs
"Ghost of me"
in my ears
The light gives me a headache
I turn it off
My tears like little razor blades
cutting deep into my face
My blood spiking from my pain
I haven't touched anything since my shift ended
I've just laid here
wasted
I could see the end
I just couldn't see myself like this again
I thought after the last time
I wouldn't have to be wasted this bad
the room spinning I close me eyes,
and just fall asleep
the tears still in my eyes
Once again, totally wasted