I grab the bottle by its throat,
I take a chug and feel at peace.
It's 11 p.m. and there's remorse,
It's left me feeling bleak.

The clock strikes midnight,
it's time to rage.
There is only time for lies;
for tonight, I am the worlds plague.

It's 2 a.m. and my liver cries,
stop it, stop, or else I'll die.
I cannot take one more drop,
It's time for bed, alone, for me to rot.

The next morning there is sin on my tongue,
I've lost my pants and my favorite socks.
The night is fuzzy, it's good to be young,
Thank God for photography, lets see all the nights fun.