Drinking games

I’m not praying

I’m not pleasing

I’m not pushing

I’m not playing

Your games

You like to play

No more

You drink

Till you sink

You drown

Yourself

Down

A bottle or two

And think

In the way

That only thinks about you

You don’t care

To be aware

And you don’t care

To be there

You just want to impair

Your state of mind

To the state of blind

And do whatever you want

Cause you can always say

‘I don’t remember’

The very next day

And that shit gets old

For someone like me

Dealing with someone as old as you

If you only knew

How much shit you put me through

You would never

Play your drinking games again

But I know when

I’ve tried enough

Without you trying at all

Your court

The ball

Your call

You have all night

To make it right

And if you don’t

You won’t have me at all.


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