Bailey’s Drive
Welcome mats don't mean a thing
When you're not even welcoming
-Just Friends
Whiskey stained tongue
feeling so young
everything’s wrong, but feels right.
Lay down a line
you scraped it right off
I shouldn’t of come here tonight.
Twenty minutes go by
now we’re both getting high
and fuck like there’s no end in sight.
Then I tweak out the door
uber to the next score
since then somethings been missing, alright.
I’m another year older,
trying to get sober
I call and you sound so fucked up.
But the jobs going well
though you’re in you own of hell
those pills have you down on your luck.
I can’t be the man I want to be
Living behind these walls of concrete.
Just like that night, I’m sure that I’d leave.
Given the past and our history.
© S.C. Steele– 2022
