Lucky You – Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas

Drunk and Writing.

Unable to think in the likes of a straight, straight line.

Perhaps overthinking.

#Hmm

Wait…

What the F*ck?

Drunk and Writing!

 

Drunk.

After almost two years I’d clank the glass.

I’d pick up this half-full lost buddy filled with the known-foreign,

this very someone,

this somebody I’d disgraced, despised, demoted all these months after months, years after years.

 

Now that today I’ve befriend my long lost friend which once forever promised of an ephemeral relief.

Today, I want to know the extremes, the edges of where she’d take.

I want to know why many brokens and battered find their refuge in her bewitching embrace.

The betraying friendship.

 

Despite of it all, want to feel light weight.

Want to soar. Fly weightless.

Forget time for a moment or two.

Want to write.

Want to live like “this is the last day of everything”.

 

Writing.

Oh, Drunk Indeed?!