Skin Deep

I drink Sambuca and Southern Comfort

And wonder why I’m drunk

My fortune cookie 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.