Wait what do we have for lunch?
No more sleepless nights
Filled with crying eyes
No more sunny days
Filled with tears of night
No more drunken nights
Filled with muddled sights
No more wasting days
Slowly rotting away
Tears
No more
Worrying
No more
Drunken
No More
Wasting
No More
No more sitting around
Waiting to be found
No more looking in
Unwelcome by your kin
No more looking around
Stealing what you found
No more in your head
Finally out of bed
Tears
No more
Worrying
No more
Drunken
No More
Wasting
No More