With whiskey I get lost in loneliness
and terrorized by all I've ever loved.
With whiskey I see all I can't possess
beneath a carnal, drunken, summer flood.
The emptiness of bottles calms me down
as my reflection holds a shallow view.
It's in these moments that my fears are drowned
except for all my darkest thoughts of you.
"Of you" would seem to make more sense "Of me",
since all I ever did was break your skin
and disappear behind a wall to see
you curse the likes of me in other men.
Take what you like; hate what you wish, but try
to never settle for another lie