Heidi Wohlwend 2005

The black dog slobbers, pushes me down

Survival is just like you said it would be

Sheer grit

Manic depression, I wear it well

It looks like a brown velvet cape

Of shit

But I’ve got

Two bottles of chardonnay and the coke dealer’s on the way

I’ve got two bottles of chardonnay and the coke dealer’s on the way

Alone in the kitchen I cling to a bottle

I wish that I had some more gin

To drink

I cannot seem to change my pajamas

Perhaps I should wash my hair

I stink

But I’ve got

Two bottles of chardonnay and the coke dealer’s on the way

I’ve got two bottles of chardonnay and the coke dealer’s on the way

I’m out of valium and I’m out of xanax

I wish that I had some more pills

To take

The knives are beckoning and smiling

They are so shiny and sharp

To cut

But I’ve got

Two bottles of chardonnay and the coke dealer’s on the way

I’ve got two bottles of chardonnay and the coke dealer’s on the way

Two bottles of chardonnay and the coke dealer’s on the way

I’ve got two bottles of chardonnay and the coke dealer’s on the way