I replace my sleep with alcohol
And then I drive
An assortment of empty bottles
In my wake
Too many bottles
And too many times doing this
Because I will run out of luck one day
Because the night is never long
Enough
And if I crash my car tonight
And die
The police will recover
Pornography
A machete
A hacksaw
And tennis balls from the trunk of my car
Tennis balls...
I feel like
I should leave
An explanation