I did not want to write tonight
I wanted to drink and drink
Not having to pick up a pen and think.
I thought I'd get wasted
But I tasted the ale and it was sour
I did all in my power to make it taste right
I did not want to write tonight.
Tonight is off key and that means for me
I can't get the lines to fit into my rhymes.
Perhaps I'm to old
Just some grime in the time
But if that's true it's fine
After all I'm nearly as old as the Maginot line.
I did not want to write tonight
I wanted to be drunk and to look at the Moon
I wanted to savour the taste of my doom
I wanted to be alone
Alone in my room.
But here I am pen in hand
Trying to staunch the flow of ink and
Failing.