one more time was one too many

It all used to seem glamorous, the hurricane I spun around me.

But I often wonder what life could have been without the whiskey.

Waking up with a rolled dollar bill in my bra, the left over taste of chemicals.

It used to seem so beautiful, the tragedy.

But now my skin has worn down, my bones have become tired.

I fell asleep at 20, woke up at 25 just the same

The party ended today, the world is a deep shade of grey.