100% Alcoholic by Volume

My heart circulates more alcohol than hemoglobin
ever since your love was lost and your promises broken.
They told me to be careful, don't get burned,
but no one ever told me warning signs to learn
for other impending disasters. Now as liquor drowns
my sensibilities after you readily let all my hopes down,
I find myself wondering what I ever saw in you -
a heart that couldn't be made up,
a mind that didn't know what was right,
a body with no secrets left.
Whether I was one of many or one of few,
it doesn't even matter anymore when I'm in thought.
I'd say I was lost in it except this locale where I'm caught
is one I've found myself in far too many times before.
The bottles piling up around me more and more
serve to remind me that the only handle I've got on anything
is one made of glass and filled with vodka (and the sting
of trying to forget how quickly you deserted me when
someone better came walking in).