Drunk To My Fingertips

I'm drunk on these neon lights,

Just ready to collapse.

They roam in my white room,

Fill the darkness with some sense.

I'll drown under these toxic walls -

Crimson to the point of black.

The cigarette between my cracked lips,

Was forgotten quite long ago.

I couldn't find the lighter, 

I didn't even try to smoke the roll. 

I feel like a goddess. 

I flow to the song. 

My feet are unsteady,

So are my words.

I know I'll sway, I await my fall.

But you're there to hold me,

You know I'll call. 

You expect some words 

While I catch a trickle

That runs down your eye.

I know you worry, I'll stay drunk for the night - 

On these lights, 

And this song 

But not on the wine. 

You worry I'll forget to love this life,

And you alike.

But baby, just know this very last time - 

Even though my fingers aren't working, 

My heart is working just fine.