in my head.

I don’t know who I am This is my worst hour I’m irrational and senseless Alleviating my thoughts with alcohol I tip my head back it sinks into my gut The ceiling spins with the fan who am I where am I unconscious In a mirror I see this person that I half love and half hate It just depends on the hour in my life Looking into the sky all I see is this divide Between the point of life and death Maybe one more drink will fly me into the sky But only six more minutes before my finest hour Six minutes until I’m caught in another senseless bliss Sixty-six minutes until another hopeless loss