Poe

Hope's in denial at the bottom of a bottle
Rain, snow, or shine, the grape god parties
Oh
I long to go to oblivion of slurred speech

And the bottles are packed to go
You're free with no self-control
Control

Hope's in his cups and can't get enough
The more shit it rains, he gulps carelessly
Oh
I long to go to nirvana of muted dreams
Dreams
Dreams
Dreeeeeeeams

With a kickstand right to the face
What need for poise or for grace
Grace

Hope's constitution is a shared delusion
Dark foggy head vision makes blurry
Oh
I long to stumble in a ditch and bleed
Bleed
Bleed
Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed

Hope's pissed again with no sight to end
With blissful chagrin we'll have the same again
Are all you such cowards, such craven wimps and pansies
Which of you bitches can hope put to shame
Oh 
I long to wake to breakfast through a straw
Straw
Straw
Straw

And the IV's been prepped for your case
We know they're all insane
Sane