and if it took a hundreds days
a thousand days at most
i’d force you to see what i see
and why i feel morose
of course it’s hard to tell you how
i feel and what i think
but only if you come with me
will i ever cease to drink
i wish that you would think some more
before you ran away
i wish that i could think some more
before you come today
i wish that i could live some more
before you steal my breath
i wish that i could speak some more
before you cry to death