my names not richard

[colicolo]

my names not richard (please critque)

you let me down
tore away my crown
when did i become my own traitor

right through my heart
i'm torn apart
with tears like hail
i'm growing stale
there's nothing fresh
with emptiness

when are you coming home

cause i'm fucking lonely
and you fucking her
i'm blacking drink vodka
cuddling the thought of how you were

when you are grown
you'll come back home
you've found yourself
emerged from stealth
waiting i cant stand
i need your flight to land

baby come home

that cotton shirt
is gonna hurt
rip it off your chest
reveal you at my best

cause i came back
to an empty house
full of strangers
no significant spouse
without hard griping hugs
my heads full of thugs
beating me fast constructing
thoughts that are self destructing

back from tour
sleep is the cure

i'll come and find you someday

 

[(Wordy)]

This stanza tore through me:

cause i'm fucking lonely
and you fucking her
i'm blacking drink vodka
cuddling the thought of how you were

And I love the unconventional phrasing "i'm blacking drink vodka" and the way it fits with the lines around it (at first I read it as "i'm drinking black vodka").