Pretty

Have another drink, pretty girl,
See if this one lets you escape your world.
Sure, it’s burning your pretty throat
But what’s that matter if it helps you cope?
They taught you sobriety in that pretty school,
Yet forget to teach you that this world is cruel.
Once you empty that bottle you’ll be all right,
The world will look pretty, the colours seem bright.
You can’t drown your demons but you can sure as hell try,
You won’t be so pretty after you die.