Sophisticated Glaze

I poured myself a glass of gin And now I want two more I never knew I'd feel so grim Yet roll laughing on the floor The bittersweet taste in my mouth Is making my throat dry I want to be so fucking loud And scream until I cry I could have gone and ripped it out The heart inside of me At least I'd bleed out all at once Instead of this weak leak Why are you buying bags of seeds To scatter by the birds If you will then not rest with ease When they die from thirst