Saxophone
08-28-2016, 05:19 PM
Alcohol
It feels like you’ve been overcharging me
For your nightly caress.
It’s hardly anything. Some enigmatic warmth,
A sense of a safely temporary
Seperation from the world.
You’re fukcin ripping me off.
And I keep drinking you,
As if you’ll give me warning before giving me cancer.
I pay you the same money I could have used on women.
Ah, alcohol sings. It’s like a heartbeat
Shaking African leaves
In its rhythm.
It feels like you’ve been overcharging me
For your nightly caress.
It’s hardly anything. Some enigmatic warmth,
A sense of a safely temporary
Seperation from the world.
You’re fukcin ripping me off.
And I keep drinking you,
As if you’ll give me warning before giving me cancer.
I pay you the same money I could have used on women.
Ah, alcohol sings. It’s like a heartbeat
Shaking African leaves
In its rhythm.