Duke of Anxiety - Scout Niblett

Why would you think

That you made me drink?

I’m a drunk;

reasons I don’t need

Just like you

And I’d be in my car

If I weren’t in this bar

Taking pills, take my keys

I might drive me to Mexico

And like talk, thrills ain’t cheap

But I just can’t sleep

In the bed that I made myself

Make myself

How funny it seems

There’s answers in dreams

I just can’t seem to remember

Mine

Wake up in the car

Outside the bar

Which way to Mexico?