sweet dreams

cheap box wine and a nicotine high
she sits and watches the minutes tick by
counting down the hours 'til this weeks prince charming
steps out from behind his disguise
he fills her cup to help fuck her up and she'll suck it down
bitter sweet is her whiskey frown
and as the ice long since cold
wells up n'round a freezer burnt heart
she wakes for a moment
an' the prince is revealed as that tainted tart
sends out ragaging kisses in the dark
oh how lovely was tonight's encounter
so she picks up the phone with vodka slured speech
"say love ya think i could bum a ride?"
two hours later and back at home
all the color's faded and the life drown from her face
slate wiped clean, last night is just a blur
from yet another alcoholic dream
..........
so how was your weekend?