899 D

half a bottle of whiskey
a pack of cigarettes
four cups of coffee
a six pack of beer

listening to Willie
trying to find
a reason to quit

running out of cash
can’t afford my habits
but
I got a diamond ring
I think I’m gonna pawn
to make it another week

and yeah
you can tell me no
if you want

right now
well
I ain’t a catch
well
I’m a little bitter
a little jaded
too

sometimes
I lose the names of my friends
when the clock hits two

in the morning
all my muscles ache
knock over some water
‘til I get it right
then
half of a clear head
I call myself an artist
to make it another day

honey
I was lying
and I’d be lying now
if I said you weren’t
my reason to quit

of course
this is juvenile
but I’m grinning
like an idiot
while I write this