Alcohol And Love

Love me less and keep the bottom of the bottle always full. The chemistry their still is, about the pain you feel inside. Why does the home have no roof? And through the ceiling you once looked up too see the stars. What's wrong with you, with us, what has happened to us? Your body does not tatse as once it did, the apple smell once sweet is gone. This anger from your youth perhaps the hard abuse from others left it's mark upon your soul and as the mind has changed so many times upside down, inside the lies the pleas for help were never heard they fell on ears that could not hear. I have slipped far out beneath your body without my leaving any memory that you were ever there.