I Am Not What I've Done

It's unstoppable now The poetry has left me Like everyone else did Yammering away on a jag My soul's picked carrion And sobriety's put my fist Right through the temple Of god, and giants alike I am only a man Stuck on this couch Listening to myself talk about things I thought I drank away a long time ago At some shit-hole-dive In between love and a stinky-green-penny for your thoughts I used to make as much an hour as I'm paying you to listen to why I can't even get a hard on anymore without a gun in my mouth Or a belt around my neck No more boy cigarettes, or girl I know if this doesn't kill me Nothing will.