I Used to Feel Like Ira Hayes.

Quiet in a room that's booming.

Hold fast to arms of a chair in the middle of the room.

Half empty bottle screaming my name.

Skidding into a beckoning whisper...

Ira... Ira...   Ira Hayes.

Drink myself into a sway.

Drinking into conversation.

Quiet at first across from someone.

Laugh and nod and laugh again.

Half full with intention,

clumsy me, doing okay now.

Drink myself into an interest.

Drink myself into a 'man'.

Drinking into a relationship.

Drinking myself out of a friendships.

Too loud and too angry.

Loving and hating in every sentence.
Half empty of courage,
Too weak and sloppy to keep going.

Drink myself into a coma.

Drink myself out of you.

Drink myself into heaven.

Drink myself out of here.