Highballs and Heartache

Highball of whiskey
glass full of pain
amy echoes
out the refrain
how love,
love is a losing game
a game you never want to play

swig of the poison
forgetting you in name
cigarette a burning
tragedy at hand

heart shattered on the floor
the floor where she lay
unable to pick up the pieces
unable to move
drinking down the anguish

mascara running down
down foxy brown eyes
liquor haze, so numbed
is it depression?

too embarrassed
to tell a soul
the mess she is in
just hold it together within

it's so painful
lost in revelry
just me and amy
off that whiskey
so empty waking up alone

such a distant memory
the past possession of her soul
she is unlike the whiskey guzzling broad
caught up in his rapture
content with unhappily after

who was she that llorona
lying all alone, on that cold kitchen floor?
she was pathetic and dark
so hopeless and cold

every now and again she whispers in the dark
for the aching heart thumps
thumps with regret
begging to emprison
the mujer who was reborn

It's all distant shadow of a memory
of a damsel in distress
so oppressed
delirious from highballs and heartaches