080;
You sent me a letter,
an actual, oldfashioned letter,
wrote; spilled your soul out on a piece of paper
maild it across the country
wrote about how you're getting sober,
how you don't do anything you used to anymore;
changes,
becoming someone else.
I remember the nights;
alcohol flowing,
I remember the swift motion
of a rolled up bill against my skin -
more for show than for practical use.
We were young,
oh so young
oh so naive
oh so unaware of consequenses.
You were always the most charming drunk,
polite,
always looked immaculate -
no matter the amount of drinks you'd had:
now I can see through that,
can see that it was a facade
so people wouldn't know the truth.
I admire your efforts
breaking free of old patterns are hard,
I hope you find what you're looking for;
redemption,
forgiveness,
kindness
happiness.
079;
It’s not the first time you said, one and done
And oh my god
And oh my god
Stood in your prom dress all covered in blood
What you sacrificed will never be enough