Release

Distorted Perception

He laughs at her as she giggles drunkenly

unlocks his door and pushes it open, slowly

doesn't bother to turn on the light, it's not needed

he's kissing her now (oh lord)

he's touching her now (oh lord)

he's taking off her dress now (oh lord)

and he looks into her eyes, greedily

the same way I look at whiskey

to try to forget a little

to try to live a little

but until the bottle's halfway down

I can still see them

but until the bottle's gone

I can still see his rough hands working their way down her body

(those hands were once soft, you see)

but until my forth bottle

I still remember

everything.