Face Down

Don’t trap me in your car Your baby sip reduces you to doe stride I’ll catch you at the bar Your mouth tastes like you’re gargling peroxide Just please get out of bed I found the bottle and it breaks under your heavy hand You’re stuck inside your head Throat cracked until it turns into nevada sand Face down You can wobble like a calf until your body hits the warm ground Face down Count the sheep until your pores erode and let all of the poison out