Let Me Be

Just let me get drunk,

Let me ride this wave,

Let me do what all great writers do and drink myself to sleep,

Let me get lost in the galaxies I see in your eyes

Let me feel your finger tips touch mine,

Let me feel every ounce of this because that is how I survive.

I wish that I could promise you

I wouldn't drink anymore

But I'd be lying to more than myself,

Because I know who I am,

I am a drunken mess,

With beautiful words in my head,

And experience of a lifetime to dictate the end.

If I wasn't so God-fearing,

I'd say I was a broken prophet,

Who has nothing more,

Nor cares for nothing more,

Than the words that I am given.