Misery resides where misery is welcome. It"s all mine to wallow or welcome in. Into my life, an unwanted ownership. Nothing moves me, and everyone"s well aware. A drink to cope, a drink to think, a drink to sleep it off, to any calling concern that I know that I don"t deserve. Drown in the fluid ounce of every word. Smiled through every blur. Life"s a labor but a greater war. I"ve only known the texture of its floor. Clawing through small scratches in the surface. What we once held dear becomes our torment. Temporary fix or not, a fix is still a fix. Falling through all the holes that we"ve torn up. What we once held dear becomes our torment. Temporary fix or not, a fix is still a fix. Now it"s gone, and I"m back to this. But now you"re gone, and I"ll raise my glass and drink the ceilings in. And try to make these walls less thin. Or every thought of you drowns out.