The liquor that's quickly making its way down your throat,
Don't tell me I'm the reason you're doing this?
The bruises don't hurt too much,
Not as much as those on my heart.

Another shot, another glass,
Another night out because of me.
Don't worry about me too much,
The blood dried up a long time ago.

The tasteless flavor that you're choking down,
Can't swallow, it overfills your mouth and drips onto the floor.
Red rimmed eyes--
--no tears.

You've been doing this for too long,
Another woman in your arms tonight,
Pills providing pleasure beyond the realm of sanity,
The usual fare.

The silky lace negligee is left on its hanger in the closet.
My bed's empty tonight.
I'll stuff my fist into my mouth
To silence the sobs that just won't come.