Liability

MOLOTOV COCKTAIL

Might have to cop a mocktail

on fire at the pub

And I don’t wanna drop tales

that I’ll regret…

I don’t wanna black out

and forget…

We can’t go back now

like stepping on a tack, ow,

hits like a truck, POW,

like caught in a trap, P.O.W.

Wrecking ball by Miley Cyrus

spills out speakers but inside us

300 too many cigarettes,

You feel it in your chest 

like a kick into the pit, Leonidas

Tripping over your own tracks,

said words with no take backs.

You made a bad impression

of Obama to a reverend,

this cycle’s never endin’,

taste for Sandler margs, 

keep it blending…

Waking up to texts that you regret sending

think you got willpower but it keeps bending

Checkin’ facebook, your family’s unfriending

The fire in your heart needs a log and some tending

And the things that bind you are in need of some mending

Go to Matt Damon, any good will that he’s lending?

They caught you on the back foot, how can you keep defending?

Now you’re tapping out apologies, frenetically sending.

by Noah Petersen