Blue Agave Prism

One shot of tequila when i wake up
A little liquor is less expensive than hard drugs
Do what it takes to keep this face numb
Synthetic emotional evasion
I’d rather sit in silence and play dumb
Than have to walk through life wearing makeup
Ceramic smile to show off a fake love
Pathetic deceptive creation

I can hold my liquor, hold my liquor
Got a hold on my liquor
(and my liquor's got a hold on me)
I can’t put my finger on the thing
That keeps me up at night
I look in this mirror, in this mirror
And it all seems no clearer
(no one’s looking back at me)
I see too much color in a picture
That should be black and white

Tears on a grave
I feel the condemnation of a soul i could not save
Years as a slave
Crippled with regret i’ve just been wasting away
Look me in the eyes, we both know i am the one who should have died
What will you say when you see me on the other side?

One shot of tequila when i wake up
Maybe someday my eyelids will stay shut