All Out of Vodka

All out of vodka. A crying shame.

I mixed some orange juice with champagne.

Cut my finger. It’s pretty deep.

Snoopy Band-Aid. I deserve plain.

Our song came on but it’s not the same.

What once was sacred is profane.

I licked the wound. It tasted cheap.

I spilled the notes to our refrain.

I wore new shoes but you never came.

Clean break versus a three-month sprain.

Fresh regret on an aging heap.

Lost for good in your heart’s terrain.

It burns my throat but I drink the blame.

You missed last call. I won't complain.

No way to climb a slope so steep.

I’ll show myself out down the drain.