Baring it.

I miss you more than I can bare sometimes
When I wake up in the morning
Disappointment crawls into bed with me
I ride a high
So high
Trying to rise above
The unbearable
But sometimes
I miss you so bad I can't bare it
I drink until the liquor fills the void you left
I drink in place of drinking you up
Letting it fill me up instead of you
Only to find there is a hole in the bottom of my glass
Where your hands used to be.
 I miss you more than I can bare sometimes
But I bare it
And bare it
And bare it
Until the next time I can't.