Sober-drunk

I don't know if I believe what they say about a drunken mind and sober hearts,
I feel like there is more to your despair than a bottle of vodka can stream out...
And I believe this is more complicated than your moonlit face can tell me.
Your heart may be weak while under your mind's command... Silent. Chained tight,
And I don't believe that moonshine jars can break the hold it's had,
But I have witnessed these walls come down around me, around my heart
And I know how much it hurts to have alcohol around, to drown the sound
Of concrete shattering into a thousand little pieces of deadly sand
Cascading around, scraping the wound.
I don't know if I believe what they say about a drunken mind and sober hearts,
But I believe what I have seen of you when you are drowning in your wine,
And I would tell you, dear, don't let your mind command your heart unless ...
You want to bleed out on the filthy concrete ground.