Po' Mans Liquor

PML Blues

You are my poor mans liquor
Miserable without you
Even sadder when I'm with ya
My worst habit
My best affliction
You are my anarchy
And my repetition ..

Scraping up
Nickels , dimes , quarters
For a sip of insanity , downing your disorders ..
Tryna get the fix I need
Got me feeling broken
Drowning all my sorrows in hopes of the hopeless ..

I wish I didn't want you this bad ..
And I wish you weren't so easy to grab ,
All those nights I was alone ,
Thinking you were the solution
But that was an illusion
I feel like I'm about to lose it ..
Completely .

I know it's not healthy and the way it makes me feel ,
Doesn't really help it
I take a shot of you ,
And chase it with a second helping ,
Now right back where I was
Feeling low down and buzzed , Because ..

You are my poor mans liquor
Miserable without you
Even sadder when I'm with ya
My best habit
My worst affliction
You are my anarchy
And my repetition ..