Whiskey Will Never Drown My Sorrow

Looks like I'm here again.
It's a place I'm often in.
No where I really want to be.
Sittin' here with the blues.
Lookin' down at my shoes.
Wonderin' why she left me.

Whiskey will never drown my sorrow.
I don't think I could drink enough.
How the hell can I face tomorrow?
When living through today was so damned tough.

It's happened a time or twelve.
Everytime it hurts like hell.
One day you would think that I'd learn.
I always take her back.
I'm stupid like I'm high on crack.
Why do I keep getting' burned?

Whiskey will never drown my sorrow.
I don't think I could drink enough.
How the hell can I face tomorrow?
When living through today was so damned tough.

It's not like I can't do without.
She's turn my world inside out.
Why the hell do I hang around?
If I had half a brain,
I'd buy a ticket for a plane.
I'd get my ass out of town.

Whiskey will never drown my sorrow.
I don't think I could drink enough.
How the hell can I face tomorrow?
When living through today was so damned tough.









Poetry by justaguy
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Written on 2010-11-29 at 06:43

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John Ashleigh
Remember. If whisky doesn't kill you, then nothing will. :)
A lovely flow to your poem.

Regards,
John.
2010-11-29


learnings
Whiskey loves me even if you don't.
Yes mate, it can never drown sorrow. Keep it under control and take care.
2010-11-29