[verse1] Listening to a beat made for the blues, I’ve been in a deep thought thinking an empty thought that there’s nothing much to do, but pay my dues.
It’s a broken record after reading word after word I’d quit this alcohol use, tomorrow I’ll probably wake up sober saying it won’t happen but that’s lies like we hear in our political news.
I’m left with a choice take the high road or hang myself with a tin can noose.
The voice in my head is trying to alarm me but the devil on my shoulder with his false promises likes to keep me quit by hitting snooze, I know I’m drowning as my words have a created poetic book written by sorrows and booze.
Walking the thin bridge to sobriety, first day of the first step I walked mighty.
[verse2] My heads like tornado spinning ask me how I’m doing I’m feeling alrighty, clouded mind I felt like my self being is dirty how did I lose the tidy?
Hours of setting, thinking deep while my son is playing with his spidey the spider man dang like I put into the can suppressed thoughts come out to play the reward I’m getting.
It’s unsettling to push it under the rug just another thought that’s never forgiven yet better off forgetting, you see me doing good is quiet deceiving all the friends you have are broken threads from your dream catcher they are drowning from a game thats unforgiving.
I just hope the past stops being my present and look towards my future and tread carefully living.
[final verse] This is just a thought from a beat for the blues, now I have to make a choice to choose.
They say it takes a week to make a habit, I spent 2 days completely consumed by poison I hurt the ones most important to me I’ve got to quit this habit I swear I’ve had it.
Filled with anxiety I’m anxious I’m itching I want to scratch but I know I have pat it, with this decision of the break I promise friends I have will mentally put me in a room padded wearing a straight jacket.
I’m not going to lie and say I promise that’s too big a statement for such a short amount of time but I’m going to hack it, the feeling of losing my persons I have to back it.
That bottle is a quarter back and I’ve got to sack it.
WildWolf_Turner
