A story about a man, a women, a bottle of wiskey, and the Xanax that helps him fly.

FLYING WITHOUT WINGS

 

Some days I feel like nothing

I always feel like nothing

And I drift away

They take me away

And I lie
You all lie

And this is my finest act
To pretend I'm fine

And I can’t breathe
No one can notice

That’s not that much new
Nothing's ever new

No darling, I’m fine
I only want to die

I swear
Maybe

Just let me lose myself in the bottle
Tell me no

And until I feel the pills
Take them away

I’m dying
But I never lived

But I’m beginning to fly
While my feet touch the ground

I feel the red one
I'm scared

Its working
I'm leaving

Yes doll
No doll

Oh yes
Oh no

Life is great
My life's a wreck!

No worries dear
Please save

Just let the pills take me away
Just take the pills away

Let me fly away
Don't let me go

Take me far way
Don't let me leave

Let my feet escape the ground
Keep me on the floor, your my gravity

Fly
For I have no wings



-Summer Rains
8/20/13