It eases the pain for at least a little while,
And helps bring smile.
I also drink because I can’t fly.
If only they would leave me alone I would be high.
I think I’ll drink till I hit the floor,
Then rise up and drink some more.
Don’t want to feel the weight of time,
So pour me another tequila with lime.
I’ll drink myself to sleep,
Then I won’t cut myself so deep.
I don’t have to think about why,
I always feel like I want to die.
I drink because a black hole at the center of our galaxy means certain death within two billion years.
Last reason to why I’m drinking...because I fucking like it!!!
Whatever the reason for my uncompromising inebriety, it’s nearly closing time here. And as I stagger home pondering my cirrhotic fate, I’m sure inebriation will conjure a few more causes for my present condition. So think of me tonight, under spinning ceiling and dancing walls, and raise a glass to me. Cheers.
I’m a fun drunk, as long as you don’t piss me off.