Sanctuary, Sanctuary,
Pull that bottle out the freezer.
No chaser for me,
I’ve been chased quite enough lately.

“By what?” you may ask?

Well by dreams and by sorrow,
The normal—you know.

My friend she says, “Here, I know what your problem is…”
Needless to say, I was eager to know.
“You need to have closure.”

How do I get it? Do I catch it in a bottle or chase it till I catch it?

“I said I don’t want a chaser!”
So the boy poured me a shot.
And another and another and another and another.

They tried to lie to me after that last one.
“Drink some more, honey. That cherry vodka is filled to the brim.”
But I knew it was filled with water and diet Snapple.

“Bitches, I know. I know that you lie.”
And to please them, (there is a phrase I use often)
I drank from the cup and still felt disappointed
That the water was… water.

“I can do it myself,” a slur spun out of me.
But he took my hand and led me to the bathroom.
“I really don’t need you,” as I clung to him desperately.