Misery resides where misery is welcome. Itâs all mine to wallow or welcome in. Into my life, an unwanted ownership. Nothing moves me, and everyoneâs well aware. A drink to cope, a drink to think, a drink to sleep it off, to any calling concern that I know that I donât deserve. Drown in the fluid ounce of every word. Smiled through every blur. Lifeâs a labor but a greater war. Iâve only known the texture of its floor. Clawing through small scratches in the surface. What we once held dear becomes our torment. Temporary fix or not, a fix is still a fix. Falling through all the holes that weâve torn up. What we once held dear becomes our torment. Temporary fix or not, a fix is still a fix. Now itâs gone, and Iâm back to this. But now youâre gone, and Iâll raise my glass and drink the ceilings in. And try to make these walls less thin. Or every thought of you drowns out.