#startingtoshow

It’s starting to show the line upon line upon line of crystal meth shoved up my nose the cocaine injected straight into my vein it’s staring to show in the lines on my face in my eyes in the gaps in my mouth where teeth should still be It’s starting to show the nights without sleep raging through the streets a Molotov cocktail live for today, worry about tomorrow tomorrow it’s starting to show in the stiffness and pain when I walk in the dull, resigned stoop of my shoulders It’s starting to show the blackout drunks the driving drunk the drunken fights the waking up in the morning still drunk it’s starting to show in the fog and confusion when I try to remember a name or a face It’s starting to show the cigarettes chain smoked down to the butt the bong loads of pot sucked deep into my lungs it’s starting to show in my x-rays in the gasping and wheezing just to get out of bed I guess I always knew I couldn’t get away with it forever