Baby Let Me Explain Somethin It's All Down To Drugs, Atleast I Remember Taking Them, But Not A Lot Else.............

you remember these are the instances your mother told you about. these are the moments that we, as moral human beings, would regret the next morning. but they failed to mention that repetition leads to apathy.


Ordinarily, I can't remember enough to gather any information about the night. So how can I come to any conclusion? But sometimes I can recall. Sometimes I'm so sober it scares me that I can keep doing this without hiding behind the justification of alcohol. But it's too far past the regularity these foul tempations have become, that I just don't bother to think twice about it.

Point your fingers with an accusing look of shame. But I'll still be here. Still starting out the night with a sober mind but making premature decisions from an inebriated stand point. Still calling the shots before I hear them,
second for second;

smirking slightly, because I always get what I want....

"How long before this lifestyle grows empty?" , he said to me one day. I didn't even have to tell him that my patience is wearing thin. I looked away, around, then finally back to him.

"Maybe I'll be the one who saves you?", he puts in agian before I can even answer.

"Doubt it..." I say. the brutal honesty.

last night was fun.....had a good time....round up was really good....i heart line dancing....the boot scootin boogie is my fav...i just need to know it better...or stop dancing drunk....by the time i got home i was sober....too sober....but i lied and said i wasnt....makes me feel better...