"I come home from a long day at work,
Glanced at the fridge with a quick smirk,
I throw down my bags and my clothes,
Rip open that fridge door and froze,
Whew, one bottle left,
tomorrow I might have to turn to theft,
I pour that golden liquid into a glass,
Too bad I couldn't share it with a lass,
But I was just drinking away my sorrows,
Getting that fix until tomorrow,
I take a long sip,
Enough to make my heart skip,
I feel a nice buzz in my belly,
Enough to turn my knees to jelly,
So I collapsed on the couch and turned off the light,
Where I often spent my nights,
Soon morning came,
And I had to go to work again,
But this isn't an alcohol tale,
It's my addiction to ginger ale."
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
"I come home from a long day at work,
Glanced at the fridge with a quick smirk,
I throw down my bags and my clothes,
Rip open that fridge door and froze,
Whew, one bottle left,
tomorrow I might have to turn to theft,
I pour that golden liquid into a glass,
Too bad I couldn't share it with a lass,
But I was just drinking away my sorrows,
Getting that fix until tomorrow,
I take a long sip,
Enough to make my heart skip,
I feel a nice buzz in my belly,
Enough to turn my knees to jelly,
So I collapsed on the couch and turned off the light,
Where I often spent my nights,
Soon morning came,
And I had to go to work again,
But this isn't an alcohol tale,
It's my addiction to ginger ale."
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