I'm drunk.
I'm tired, I'm phased, I'm worn.
It's not the wine or rum.
I'm drunk,
I'm drunk again.
It's not the dust, it's not the rain.
It's too much air, it's too much sun.
It's all the fog, the light's too bright.
My eyes are worn, my heart is tight.
My limbs feel slow, I've lost my step.
I'm drunk, I'm done,
So let me be.
I cannot think, I want to leave,
I
(
Read more... )