I'm an alcoholic mess, soon to be a cancer patient
my eyes used to be so blue, but now they're grey, faded, and vacant
always looking to the sky for answers never there to reach me
only books and research in my life can serve to truly teach me

the moon yells at me each time I drink and tells me I should quit
but I explain to him, "without the *****, I'd lose my soul and wit."
so I gulp my beer and smoke my smoke, tell him to zip his lip
I'll drink until I die and I'll add cancer to the list

the sun pokes out through clouds over some slightly distant hills
I dive into the water, wishing I had fins and gills
it's ******* cold, but I am bold and love the buzzing chill
it's fun to run and jump off of a bridge and feel the thrill