Boredom gets the best of me
The bottle that slumbers under my bed
Beacons to me while I fight to stay sober
But addiction overcomes my resistance
Fourteen, maybe sixteen
The white pills slip down my throat
It’s okay, I’ll give it ten minutes
Life kinda sucks when you’re a trazodone drone
Colors fight over the space on the ceiling
While I spin down through space
Brushing against the nonexistant fur.