cough drop days

I'm beside myself
yet my thoughts are still here
i guided you down roads
nothing difficult is ever clear
i miss you
and i miss what was the thought of me
the drugs are not working
and the alcohol is breaking me
blue flannel
black levis
nothing feels the same
my fingers are still typing
and my hands are spinning dough again
so push me off the edge
and drink me through a straw
drag me to the bar on Wednesday
 my wounds are still so fresh and raw
my eyes are still twitching
and i can't control my brain
i tilt my head up to the night
i take in all the rain
i jog so life can take my breath
and hope to feel alive again
cause what i'm doing now
is holding  breath till' i pass out again