“Molly, she’s sweet to me when I need her.
When I regret her, she makes me feel low.
This wouldn’t be true if it weren’t for you.
Lately I’ve needed her more than not.
In her graceful arms, I walk around on top of the world.
Then she pushes me to the ground again with these thoughts of you.”
“Why can’t I give you up.
You seem to be with me every second of
every day. Baby I’m just dreaming with your
ghosts and playing with your demons.”
“I disappear every night, and no one tells this
darling she’s walking a lonely path, of drugs that
let her float away and drinks that begin to taste
sweet after four of five shots.”
“I said no last night, I gave him butterflies.
All he needed was five minutes, and I wasn’t even
on this planet anymore. I had left it hours prior,
yet I still put my lipstick on and danced with the devil.
The devil isn’t so sweet the morning after, when I was
thankful I wasn’t raped.”
“I’ve been out of control, doing things I’m not proud of.
I’m charming when I let the alcohol take over.
I’m even more charming when the drugs kick in.
I bat my eyelashes at everyone I see, seeking love.
But the next morning it’s not so charming when
my head is in the toilet.”
“Tonight I almost phoned you,
but I couldn’t work up the courage.
I deemed it better to let my feelings flourish.”