Over The Legal Limit

My emotions had a label stating
"Do not mix with alchohal"
Manic depressive states within periods of time that fall into a listless  void of fermented barley
And I sense aesthetic somewhere in the remains of porceline teacup shards
Once laced with whiskey
Bloody bandaids
I tried to tell you I was hurting

Medical names for pills fall off the tongue like French "I love yous"
I was hellbent on destroying myself
Vodka told me that life was meaningless
It was easy to believe

We drink depressents and call it Happy Hour

I got off on knowing I could get you off
But at this bar your name had disipated and was forgotten after the third drink
I wish you would forget about me
So when I would inevitably leave you voicemails
Drunkenly singing songs from the first show we went to
You would delete them without consideration

Honey Im a handful