Friday, October 26, 2012

Skin Deep

I drink Sambuca and Southern Comfort
And wonder why I’m drunk
My fortune cook tells me I can
Make diamonds out of cola
Even though my emotions are
All skin deep,
And I look up; and see stars
in a sky so cloudy
I wonder if I’m going blind again
Love crazed at the thought of you
Diamonds in my imaginary sky
My fortune cooks telling me
I’m destined for fortune
Even as I take another sip
Of which ever bottle I have
Anything left in to drink from
Not yet drunk enough to
Deal with the emotions
My fortune cook tells me
Are only skin deep,
when I know better,
feeling each all the way
down to the root of me
no matter how much
I drink.

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