Warfare on Repeat - Matthew Mayfield

Resting on her laurelssipping brandy out the bottle by the bay

she never did grow wearyof day-drinking,

catching buzzes throughout the day

Does she fear that she will changeif she empties all the booze down the drain?

Or maybe that’s me thinkingand projecting my own fearsalong the way

I could swear that I have peace

on and off whenever I please

but honestly I can seeit’s warfare on repeat

Can’t recall an eveningwhen I didn’t end up drowning at a bar

The loneliness is cripplingand memory is frankly just too hard

Do I fear that I will changeif I empty all the booze down the drain?

pretty sure I’m thinkingand protecting my routinealong the way

I could swear that I have peace

on and off whenever I please

but honestly I can seeit’s warfare on repeat