I’d rather wallow in despair
Than not be aware
Blacked out with actions lacking of care
With no way to know what type of control
My drunken state of consciousness will choose to show
As I can not fathom what it means to not remember
Blacked out with actions
Unaware of the embers
Potential fires I could have lit
Words consequential which easily could have hit
The life I’m trying to build
The one of figuring out my own free will
But when I’m drunk to the point of amnesia
I have the potential to accidentally kill