There’s fiery ash inside my lungs
Burnt up cancer lurking on my tongue.
My liver is pickled from apathetic drinking,
body screams in protest every time I think bout sinking:
one more shot of whiskey,
one more pint of beer.
A stumble in confusion of how I wound up here.
And I can’t help but think I’m an absolute failure.
But it’s this stupid fucking town that’s got me so frustrated.