half-drunk

i wish you would stop going through your life in a daze, half-drunk.
i wish you would open your eyes and see what your eyes cannot when you're half-drunk.
i wish you would choose to be aware, to be wise in making choices instead of making them half-drunk.

why do you ruin yourself?
why do you choose to vent your anger on you instead of him?

i hate you when you're half drunk.
i wonder now...will i be able to remember how much i love you if i were to see you half-drunk again?