Numb...

Running away with the voices n tippin a few back. In a dark lil corner in the local watering hole. Losing all common sense just letting the liqueur have its fun.  Oh, n i ain't trying to go home. No luv no loss n I'm out for the night. Letting everything I've every known go.  Tilting the head up like i ain't never looked down at life. Running from reality for a bit to free me but i ain't no hoe. In it for the liquid potency playing with the shadows on my own. Lookin at the bar maid n tappin the counter for one more. Half way lit n feelin it consume me slow. One night in the moment n once abandoned the fort. Movement smoothly with the glass slippin from my bottom lip. No fucks to give is the mindset set on idle for a sec. Peeping strangers bringing their characters out for a sip. Emptying the pocket for another round to let go of what's in the chest. Loosening up with the flow poured from bottles. Fuck it is the mood as my face comes to a pause. Chuckling at the females puttin on a front like they're models. The final call is my favorite of all.