White Rum Tastes Better After Vodka

I gotta be drunk to dream of you
Thats why at night I let the rum slide down my torn out throat
Like alchoholic razor blades, I've learn to love the burn
I stagger and slur words of apologizes
And in a bed of my dirty clothes my eyes weigh tons
And crash to sleep I found you
You pet my crying body
Urging me to sleep
"You cant keep this up forever"
Shes speaking for my liver
But I just need her
Just for the night
In my dreams I can forget that you dont love me the same way you used to
Dreams are projections of lies your brain tells
To give justification to an extended weekend binge
She calls me worthless
But im just glad to hear her voice