Sober Eyes
How do I look?Through sober eyes?
Like a person you love?
Or like some thug you despise?
Am I sober support?
Or do I drive you to poison?
Just like them Sirens
Drove those Odyssey boys in
Yeah your bottle is singing
And it wants you to listen
Perched on your step
Between sips reminiscing
About that strong steady woman
About that person you were
About the person I was
Before I was the one that you hurt
Now I'm sick of all the hiding
So tired of all the lies
Told through them two smiling
Inebriated eyes
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