Something for my mind,
can’t leave the past behind.
Something for my brain
so I don’t go insane.

It’s always the same—
something.
I need it to forgive
all the wrongs I did.

A little sip, a white line,
just to feel fine.
Substance.
Can’t leave it behind.

Some days are better,
but that’s when we are together.
You calm this mind of mine,
and that’s no goddamn lie.

So excuse me if I fall,
I have had this battle before.
It’s all the same,
haunted by my brain.

One day your kiss
will be all I miss.
One day your voice
will be enough.

But till that day,
don’t come to me and say
I’m weak,
that I sin.

I’m just getting by,
a beer at a time.
I’m just walking a line
in my tortured mind.

If you lived in here with me,
you would do the same.
Because I’m broken,
and life's a loser’s game.