Last year she’d be done by now
The stars fade and the sun comes out
Last year she would stare at the wall and become profound
And regale them and slumber down
The void would leave if she’d choose to trade
For the joie de vivre she used beaujolais
Now her buzz falls off in the hue of day
Sister already gone off to school, okay
She’s got half what her work provides her
And first things first, need a corpse reviver
The hurt seems worse, need to nurse the cider
She’ll lurch, eat dirt, and emerge survivor
Curse her eyes and this ill-thought remedy
Hides from the light and she’ll spill obscenities
The sunrise is her gold stark enemy
Far too bright, need four parts grenadine

Night out not a triumph for finance
But when the one man kissed her his eyes danced
Yet an issue arose from a side-glance
Later on left with a rose for the night land
It’s a game and the first rule cites
That life can only burn you the first few times
Sighed and returned to her thirst ruled mind
In the night been surfacing mirth through spite
Mistakes are drunken, she plays them off
If you want to join her company, take a shot
No straight lines, need to course-correct
Puttin dandelion wine down a horse’s neck
SOMETHING in her head EACH DAY a new reason
Crumbling and red, she breaks a few pieces
Stumbling to bed, re-shake the juice eaten
Mumbling to dead, we slake and loose demons

Mom was a mess with a mass of blues
Gotta form a request, get her past removed
She’s bored, throat wet with the laughs and tunes
And one too many deaths in the afternoon
Berry got no jest in her attitude
Put a sword through her chest when she pass the tomb
She mourns, throat wet and she mask the gloom
In one too many deaths in the afternoon (x2)

Now she wakes up to a sobering noise
And her sister looks down with the scorn in her voice
It’s dark, made food that she sorta enjoys
If for once sis doesn’t want to lord it, rejoice
And after food, Berry’s handling the chores
Pina went to bed and she’s standing at the door
Hesitating, no, not abandoning her ward
Just had a good rest and she’s shambling for more
A dark red body with a note of the bitter
And a heart set not upon the woes of a liver
A sharp hint of acid long grown from within her
Went astringent in the midst of all the woes in her center
Pina’s doing better, never offered a drink
A sister in the night is far too awful to think
Berry married to her blood, got her thoughts indistinct
She was airy in the sun, now she walks for the brink