Time of Your Life
A slender body that's lost too much weight
fills up little space with her alcohol breath.
Somehow I feel I've failed her,
as she looks at me with her deep brown eyes.
That radiant smile now rots with "fucking"
and I can't bear to be around it.
Those big bouncy curls hide the change in her face but I see it.
She's become more of a ghost on a sinking ship.
Each time I try to grab her hand and pull her to the surface,
I slip right through.
I'm holding back hoping she'll get through.
She can pretend all she wants but I know,
With each trainwreck she throws herself into.
I hope you're having the time of your life.