There's some liquor in this bottle
I know could drown my sorrows
but if  I finish it
I wouldn't speak at all
face down in my bedroom
with the walls looming on my back
a brick stuck in my stomach
and a knife right through my neck
I'm teeth deep in nostalgia
I can't believe I called ya
the message sits on your machine
with slurred words that
sound so clean
I told it straight right at the beep
"Take me home
take me home
one last time"
then I cut the line
mind all left when it should be right
this is the story of another
drunken night

"Do the first one armed back flip
on a jetski"
were the last words
you spoke to me
as you walked down the street
neither of us knowing
we would never meet
again
.
.
.
happy birthday
Eddie