Everywhere I go, it’s like im flipping through an old photo album. The pictures in a messy collage and a couple of bookmarks in between pages. Nothing there but a bunch of unfamiliar faces, and distant memories. The frustration of not being able to remember the good times you once had.
That is the only reason why I will drink my feelings away tonight. Because the pounding headache is such a distraction from the heartache of an invincible photo album.
Relaxing heightened emotions with liquor 👌