QUIT

Pour myself some coffee in my sleepless nights
Cos I can’t clean away the memories
And I remember all the fights
You’re a cigarette and I’m tryin to quit
A nicotine patch that just makes me itch
I’m pacing the floor cos you won’t let me sit
But I come alive when you let me die
And I know in the moments you box me in
Theres no fight or flight only you and I
Cos I didn’t need whiskey to taste the sweet
But I downed your excuses like bitter shots
Even the ones that knocked me off my feet
Cos a mother should be more than a bourbon
And her love shouldn’t be bought with a bottle
You held it to my head as others hold a gun
You’re empty as the barrel you stole from me
The void in your eyes as you boast of sobriety
But it’ll always be it over me.
Always a drink over me.