Momma tells me not to get drunk
She says it's an ugly sight
Not because of the overhead lights
But because it's night.

Everytime I drink, I break down
I become someone who cries
Someone who starts being sad.
The saddest thing is
I know that that's the real me.
Someone who drinks tears mixed beer
And talks about loneliness
As a long time companion,
Someone who has had enough time
On Earth.
I really wish that wasn't the real me.