Sleep

by ColourthyCrimson   Jun 22, 2008


Another night, different stars
same old bottle, same bleeding scars
another night to drink
until i fall asleep
another night to think
oh the bottle is so deep
with whiskey in my veins
i can finally breathe
its numbed all my pain
just this bottle and me
i look out my window
and the clouds blur by
moon shining bright
its a beautiful night
beautiful night to drink
beautiful night to think
until the bottom arrives
and i fall into the deep
another beautiful night
with whiskey to help me sleep..

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