I’m in love
with the girl on the ground
she got so fucked up
that she just fell down
she stands still
while the world spins around
and around and around and around and around.
I’m in love
with the female on the floor
She rocked a couple of shots
and then knocked back
a few more
Got home from the store
at like at half-past four
almost made it to the door
but passed out on the porch
I’m in love with the lass
that’s trashed
in the grass
Half wearing pants
with an ant
covered ass
She cant understand
just why I rant
She says she hardly parties
but she’s way out of hand
I’m in love with the chick
that collapsed
in the kitchen
It’s beyond an addiction,
It’s approaching a religion
It starts with a sip
and embarks toward sickening
Full throttle on the bottle
till the bottom
with persistence
I’m in love with my baby
but my baby loves the booze
So says each of her two thousand tattoos
she’s in deep denial, asleep on frigid tile
in a pile of bile where she mires for a while
I’m in love with a girl
with a tight six-pack
of empty cans of a cheap brand
sitting right in her lap
covered in crap, curled up under the sink
behind the grimy bowl
in a bathroom that stinks
she plays a little game
that tells her when to drink
cuz she’d probably go insane
if she took the time to think
about what first hurt her
and caused all the pain
she prefers to submerged
in distilled fermented grain
I’m in love with the girl on the ground
she got so fucked up that she just fell down
she stands still while the world spins around
and around and around and around and around.