yeah
i hate the drink
the tilt
the spin
the vomits
how i laugh too loud
say too much
yet too less
and don’t remember any of it
i like being solid
tight fists
grip on the reins
straight edges
but i keep taking shots
keep clinking glasses
keep falling into the mess with them
the mess of me
they make me worse
they make me better
they make me forget i hate this
maybe that’s why i love it









