does a bottle's rim   caress your lips   the way I used to?   is it awake all night   to speak you despite   the day coming soon?   and does it sing to you   before you fall asleep   to dream of life   where you mustn't drink a bottle   to feel like what's around you is real?      and does your boyfriend think   that you only drink   to feel some comfort?   and will he ever know   that you once before   were happy as you were?   and at the bottom of this bottle   lies regret   consuming you   and it wants what you can't give it   when I just want forgiveness   like you      and are your parents proud   of how your life turned out   is it everything they dreamed?   and do your friends supply   the endless lies   to make you feel redeemed?   and will they be patient enough   to watch you slip   and crash into a sea   that swallows any swimmer   who dares enough to enter?   they won't      you choose to dream   when you could have anything   but me   and the past   in the palms   of your hands      and do you think I care   after what we've shared?   I'm not sure if I do   it's your mistake to make   but I refuse to stay   and watch your life slip through   the middle   of your fingers just like sand   that scatters with the wind   into every direction   take comfort in your destruction   without me