Pour/Reward - Lou Barlow

Good morning there, so the battle begins

There in the corner you wait

Compressing my senses and warming my voice

In theory I need to unwind

When you pour it

I’m rewarded

From my patience

I’m relieved

Then did the lack of attack finally come

The space in-between overwhelmed

Over denial the facts would conspire to tell

The truth

Gradual casual damage remains

Words that aren’t finding my tongue

Grip to a tantrum I’m an addict

A drunk

How could the chemical fail to please

Try it again to be sure

When you pour it

I’m rewarded

From my patience

I’m relieved