A Little More than Jin
Why do I drink?
To numb or forget?
Ask me in a sip,
At the bottom is regret.
Something more than jin,
Is where my story begin.
Lost as a lover,
Too afraid to look back.
Another sip taken,
And I might just lose track,
Of myself,
Who I was.
Because Im not stopping,
At just a little buzz.
When I start to cry,
You know it was sad.
But when you see me smile,
I promise you it was bad.
I lost my love to a song,
With words I still hate.
And by the time this drink is done,
Im glad I will never walk straight.
