I'm telling you that's it, I quit!
A year on now I weigh a ton,
drinking my way out of this pit.
Hotel meals with a book I sit,
a woman on her own must be fun...
I'm telling you that's it, I quit.
Day after day sleeping a whit,
puff in the lungs and pulse on the run,
drinking my way out of this pit.
Monday drive bawl or afternoon fit,
abusing I yell before the sun,
I'm telling you that's it, I quit.
A ring and a promise, we almost split,
I never home or seeking to stun,
drinking my way out of this pit.
I will admit I learned a bit.
Of colleagues and business I knew none.
I'm telling you that's it, I quit
drinking my way out of this pit.
My first job, almost 15 years ago, spending the weeks in hotel rooms, flirted on I learned to bring a book. Unable to sleep, stressed out, crying in the car, eating too much, drinking, smoking, I started having panic attacks and quit after a year.
