Whiskeydick
friends don't want to stay up in my head

put me down for one more day in bed

i can't hear you whisper

but your voice is in my head

looking back i see the bottle in your hands

next time i won't know to stop

i'll fail again

everyday is the same

i am burned again

you smoke yourself away and i'll be gone

time makes my days long

get off my back

lies they come my way

obscene i drop my head

you go home-----go home

whispers hold the spiders in my hair

flying dreams...i'm yelling all the time