Moonshine

I can never seem to fulfill a sorrow’s debt.
And I’m ready to knock a few teethes out,
Because the last few weeks have been hurting my soul,
And this Strawberry Moonshine’s taste is getting old.
These sober lips can’t help but contain all these secrets,
That I can’t bare to explain,
unless I’ve got alcohol within the blood in my veins.

And now my eyelids are stained
pink from drunken restless nights.
They’re painted a
Dull black and white
Tinged with a hint of seasick lullabies.

So tonight I will let my rage indulge;
Fill my mouth with sins
that even soap can’t rinse out.
And I will speak all my woes and trials;
Every last of these solemn downfalls.
And soon, I will feel euphoria
breaking past salty tears.

And now my eyelids are stained
pink from drunken restless nights.
They’re painted a
Dull black and white
Tinged with a hint of seasick lullabies.

And I have not allowed
myself to pray to a God that isn’t there,
Since I was the young age of eight,
that night when my grandma passed away,
I asked her if she could even
hear my voice from under that stone,
And for once, I wanted it to be true.

And now my eyelids are stained
pink from drunken restless nights.
They’re painted a
Dull black and white
Tinged with a hint of seasick lullabies.

So, don’t tell me hope is but a dream;
Far past and short lived.
Because even I,
A sinner,
A cheater,
A pre-op transgender with no money for his surgery,
Can see, that there is more to life than misery.

And now my eyelids are stained
pink from drunken restless nights.
They’re painted a
Dull black and white
Tinged with a hint of seasick lullabies.