Last Call

I swore I Would walked away, move on to a much better place, I swore I would never pick up a damn drink again, but I'm back in the same joint, sitting at the same barstool with a half empty glass, looking at the same faces, cigaret smoke lingering in the air like a bad memory you trying to get rid off but it stays there.

I tried to drink the evil away but it's like fighting fire with gasoline empty words coming out a mute tv, the world could be burning out side this four walls but we are all to drunk to care, and I still got a half empty glass and a few more after that.

So here I am in my truest of self, the bare naked true of who I am or what I am, letting the world fall apart cuz I just don't give a damn, any other day I wear a mask hiding my self not from anyone but from me cuz I don't like the sight of me

Now, this is the moment in time where the words get blurry the head spins and hands are shaky and you try to keep in today's diner and its hard to keep the glass from spilling
But I have to many demons in me that I need to keep a bay so I keep on drinking until last call then I move on and later on I will collect the pieces of this broken vessel I become.