PRETTY WHEN YOU'RE DRUNK

It took me so long

To figure it out

But now that I know the truth

I cannot seem to forget:

I'm only pretty when you're drunk



You say you want to be with me

That you never dreamed you'd meet

Anyone like me

That you want me to wait for you

Just a few more weeks

But we've been at this bar for hours now

And I know...

I'm only pretty when you're drunk



And though I realize

There are others that would love me

Sober or straight

Healthy or draped across the doorway of death

That knowledge doesn't help me

I only want you

And I'm

Only pretty when you're drunk



It's hard to stop myself

From getting that next round

It's hard to keep my own head straight

I know what I'm doing

I know about you, too...

I'm only pretty when you're drunk



I'll sit on this stool with you

Til they kick us out of this forsaken place

I'll let you get sick in my sink

I know I'll pay for this tomorrow

But there's no room for tomorrow in this moment

Because I'm caught in the snare of your heavy-lidded eyes

And I know what they're seeing:

A willing woman who wants you

And who knows

She's only pretty when you're drunk.



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