Down with the Bottle

what do we have left after this sick game?
we know so well, it's all we play
drowning the misery with each breath
slicing the pain away
one more swig, bliss
the numbness begins again
what will be left of us
once the bottles are all gone
and empty reminder of what we are
broken, damaged, done
fading within every word,
slurring thoughts together
life flies by, washed down the drain
it's not like we'll remember anyways
so take my hand my dear,
we're dying as it is
it's time to take the pain away
down with the bottle we live