He stares blanks sometimes as if waiting for an answer
I don’t know the question so we drink.
In the liquor we find our happiness,
we talk about nothing personal, this is our personal,
but here it is we delay the dark inside both of us.
He found his demons where he lets no one look,
and merrily took them all by the hand,
He knows silent comfort in this quiet crazy,
and it scares me.
We stand in silence, and stare loss in the face
truly amazed by the strength of those that
not notice us.
A gentle soul who I tell people
knows me best. But of this as I write I’m not sure,
Who really knows me,
I seek redemption and yet he doesn’t help.
And he doesn’t ask, so no one helps him.
were lost in this circle. So we drink.