The vodka has set in
The blank canvas covered in cracks
The table is expanding with blurs
The blank canvas covered in cracks
I say I’ve gotta go
No one around me notices or knows
As they talk to me about whatever
They’re so far away though appear so close
The problems they pose lead me to my own
My mind sets on another tangent
I “go to the toilet” to be alone
Drink the peace of mind I resent
Soon it will be painted over
This clear treatment doesn’t fix a thing
That I’ll remember when I’m sober
They just assume I’m being quiet
Wishing one of them would ask
Just so I could deny it
But they’re all absorbed in themselves
And I’m too tired to relate
I disappear and numb myself again
To extinguish all the hate
Soon it will be painted over
Transparent tranquil tonic
Fixes me until I’m sober
Get up to leave and fall
Laugh it off like a television audience
And no one says a thing at all
Soon I’m gliding through the night
There could be a world ahead of me
But I’m just coasting with closed eyes
If it exists, I will not see