Empty Glass

Empty Glass

My glass is dry good bartender
And I still have money to spend
I am not quite numb enough
A problem I’m sure you can mend

My thoughts dwell where they shouldn’t
I will not bore you with my pain
Just be ready with that drink
I’m sure to be asking again

I’ve drained this down good bartender
Memories repeat in my head
Too many mornings I’ve spent
Seeking her warmth in my bed

You give the only relief I know
A pause from the wretchedness I live
The gift of soft oblivion
Is all I am asking you to give

Another round good bartender
Her name still rounds about my teeth
Too many words were wasted
And too much time spent in grief

I await the blissful nothing
The void that stills a tired heart
Anything to stop it’s breaking
It again has begun to start

Its again that time good bartender
My glass feels light in heavy hands
Freedom is what you bestow
A healing gift that you command

My lungs take air I do not want
My heart beats again too much
My fingers seach back and forth
Reaching out for an absent touch

I need your skill good bartender
I seek a fire to purge my soul
A chance to forget myself
A chance to burn away control

My eyes still swim in long ago
Blasted images that will not fade
Give me a quick escape
And I’ll make sure that you are paid

So fill it up good bartender
I can not stand an empty glass
It mirrors my empty heart
Drianed by a love that did not last

I’m not looking for the answers
And no longer quest any hope
I seek only not to feel
It seems the best way to cope