I take my fourth splash a' scotch.
Or fifth. Or sixth.
Not third. More than three.
Not seven. Less than seven. I can still think.
Can still remember. Can still see faces. Like strangers, sneakin' into my head. 'Cuz I sure as hell didn't invite them.
Let's say fourth.
This next one will be number five.
Went to a church one night. I was told I'd find answers. To what?
"Anythin'", I was told. So I went. To look for answers.
Saw a lot of prayin'. Guess that's how these people ask questions.
I figure, I'm here. Might as well. I got nothin' to lose.
So I prayed. And I gave Him a whopper...
These people say that Jesus saves.
So why don't You save me?
That was a month ago. Still no... answer. Maybe He was busy. Planning for the apocalypse or something.
Too busy for a tick like me.
I'm thinking again. I'm seeing faces. Like... misspelled words... Brush strokes in a painting.
Nights like these... They all end the same. I start thinking... and I can't stop.
End up in holes, like this one.
Better than home, I guess.
Home, with a sofa, a TV, a floor's worth a' empty bottles,
and things to remember.
Yea. Better than home, I guess.
Nights like these,
They all end the same...
What? I can't hear you! I have a BANANA in my ear!
Last edited by BananaBuddy; 05-09-2013 at 08:51 PM.