Here we go again. No sooner than I can walk through this wrought iron door, I find myself gripping yet another glass of your finest pour.
For some strange reason, I'm no longer enjoying this taste. At this moment I want nothing more than for you to give me some much-needed space.
I've been waiting for the day when my taste buds evolved. I guess that's the only way for this ongoing problem to be solved.
It was fun while it lasted but we need to go our separate ways, no more drunken nights together or hungover days.
There's no denying that this was some of the best and worst pain that I've ever felt, but it's time that I put you back where I found you, up on that shelf.
It's crazy how long I've been under your influence; I've been telling myself that I can't keep putting myself through all of this foolishness.
At first, you were fun and a good time. I continue to sip slow, telling myself it will all be fine.
Didn't want to rush it but I can't seem to stop. I won't be done until you take me to the top.
As my cup empties, the regret kicks in.
What am I doing? Why can't I put you down? This was supposed to be nothing more than a night on the town.
Now I'm looking for these answers in what's left of my cup. The ice and lime tell me nothing but lies, so I order two more of you and continue to turn up.
One for me and one for my innocent inner being. There's no way I can make sense of these double images that I'm seeing.
The blurred lines get stronger, and my focus gets weak. You can hear the slurring of my tongue with every word that I speak.
Dancing all crazily and talking all wild, there's no denying that I haven't felt this way in a while.
Something tells me I'll really feel it on the wake up. I hate to think about it, but we should probably break up.
See you, and I have this bond, this connection, something unexpected and not apart of the original plan. We both know It was supposed to be nothing more than a one night stand.
So as I take down the last few sips of your venomous drink, just take a few seconds for your mind to think.
Think hard, think long about what used to be. No more serenading me with the songs that you used to sing.
In one ear and out the other, my new found disdain for you is no longer hidden. No longer undercover.
The best thing for me to do is detach and separate, you no longer hold keys to the door which holds my fate.
Walked out just as I walked in, this isn't my best option. No longer a slave for you, no more picking your cotton.
Even with you being triple distilled and barreled to age, I'm over you and your deceitful ways.
No more sips. No more swallows. No more shots of your danger. Although I am upset, I can't let my heart be filled with this anger.
As I walk out of this bar in an attempt to leave, I overturn my purse and try to find my keys.
Patting down all of my pockets and retracing all of my steps, I pause to panic. I can't catch my breath.
As soon as they're located, I jump in the car. The last thing I'm thinking is the events that had taken place in the bar.
In and out of traffic, I bob and weave. Cutting lane to lane with no regards to speed.
I swerve into oncoming traffic, nearly missing a bus. Next thing you know, I stall out when my heels miss the clutch.
Cars are coming fast, these lights are starting to blind me. I pray before it's too late, that a higher power finds me.
The next thing I know, shit starts to get real. Lord oh Lord, please don't let me land in jail.
I regain control and start to drive fast, unsure of how long I can make this ride last.
Just as you'd imagine. I slowly felt myself crash.
It may be too late but it's worth it today. I Drop to my knees and begin to pray.
Lord, if you hear me, don't leave me alone. I pray that you safely get me home. I know I've fucked up and I haven't told the whole truth. No confessional today, this here sidewalk shall be my booth. I don't want to beg but you know my heart, I've walked away so please, won't you do your part. It's cold out here, and I don't want to die, Lord answer me, please. I'm begging you on the pavement where I rest on my bruised knees. I'm far from perfect, and I do much wrong, It doesn't mean I have weak morals, and I can't stand strong. More times that not, I've disgraced your name, Please, oh please let me get out of this lane. Not watching what was coming near, I had no idea that I wasn't completely in the clear. These lights are too bright; something isn't right. I never knew that would be the last thing I'd see tonight. Someone hit my car, and it slid on to me. If it wasn't enough, I was now pinned against a huge oak tree. As my life flashed before my eyes, I pleaded for the Lord to hear my cries. All of the bargains and quick deals I tried to make never made it though. The next time that we'd speak, I'd be face to face with you. I guess you've made your choice and made yourself clear; It's you and only you whom I should fear.
My body may be here, but my soul is long gone. I can't believe that I let Patron do me so wrong. As unfortunate as it may be, I'm so glad that my taste buds evolved. I'm so pleased that all of my Patron problems have finally been solved.
