A shot of tequila, maybe two
a borrowed cat next to me, sleepy cat
and an empty house full of ghosts.
Life lacking and that is that
emptiness following too
and nothing is coming back.
Did I mentioned he is not my cat?
Three shots of tequila now
but things don’t seem to improve
and I don’t know how.
At least I have a cat
but wait, that’s not true.
Four shots of tequila, yes four
and I don’t care anymore.