Drunken Love

by Morgen Streur

At least you have the sort of spirit that pours me lyrics
& I owe nothing.
That's something worth discovering.
In a world more than some things, I wonder If I am nothing?
Or am I worth your loving?

That's what scares me the most.
I read your blog-posts and I know I've seen a ghost
Self control was always my slight of hand
I can say...
"I'm good, I'm good! I got this man..."

Then 12 hours later I can't recollect half my night,
or slamming those drinks out of fright.
Fright of what you may ask? Being myself inside the past.
That's the ghost I'm letting go, I know I can be sober
I know it's self control, and your love is my cola.