Wash Away

The stress of today

Just won’t fade away

Inside I’m slowing dying

There seems to be no way

What I really need is something to take away the pain

I need my brown bag, glass bottle to wash it all away.

Pull the down the brown bag

Take off the cap; you can even hear the seal cracking

It’s all been justified, I’m so ready for what’s about to happen

Pour my first glass and mix with some juice

I just want to have some fun that was my excuse

But truth be told and in all reality

When I drink it all up and goes down smooth

I get away from this world; into another galaxy

I’m feeling pretty good

I feel alright

But I need a little more because I can still feel the pain

Not gone yet

No, not quite

I’m hurting inside from the life I live

These people all around continue to take from me

Even when I have nothing left to give

I’ve endured so much in my life

That drinking justifies the way I feel

This is what I do when I feel I can’t deal

With the voices and the lies

Emotional captivity

I’m stressing and I’m hating

God, take away the life that you’ve given me!

I don’t know what to do

I’m in love with this girl

I’ll do anything to please her

But she’s rejecting me so now I’ll drink until I have a seizure

My brain will freeze

This could be the death of me

I can’t believe I’m actually letting this all get the best of me

But until I learn that there is a better way

I’ll just run to corner, pull out my wallet

Get my paper brown bag and my glass bottle

Sit back, try to relax

Think about the day

Fill up my glass and let it all wash away.

(c) 2009 Aaron J. Hampton