Been staring out this window,
Hours passed, still staring,
Contemplating, hesitating
As my life flashes before me.
I pour another glass of life
On the rocks, served cold
Like the day\'s temperature;
It goes down like frostbite.
Then the flare, the warmth,
The false sense of security
Is as intoxicating as the hope that
I\'m worth more alive than dead.
It\'s a long way down,
The bottom, the sudden stop,
The mercurial descent...
It\'s closing time — perhaps tomorrow.