I did not like my eyes,
There behind the bottles,
Or how I imagine they looked
Inside the rear view mirror
From your vantage point
After last call,
Weaving on the dark country roads.
It amazes me we stayed out of the trees
All those times we drove with such abandon
You’d think somebody had to be watching over us,
Something else besides the alcohol
Preserving us for who we’ve become.
Self-destruction isn’t something one aspires to,
But something I got tangled up in
Trying to navigate the darkness
Of days gone by.
It’s a long way, growing out of it,
And it is unpleasant leaving others behind,
But I suppose sacrifices are inevitable.
It must be a difficult experience
For a snake to slough off its skin,
Not knowing how long the shedding will take,
Wondering if the new skin
Will fit any better than the old?
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