Few friends
Few conversations
Few nights in the same bed
I need a few shots
Please bring the jack
I need a few doubles
For a few hours of relief
Let me drown my sorrow
Get back to being clean when I sober up tomorrow

Who knew one drink thirty years ago would lead to this
Shaking from withdrawals
Sweating in a panic cause this fifty cents won't buy ****
Pacing back and forth as I stare through the window
All that beer and I can't have one
He's half my age and hasn't done ****
Thinking he's better then me
Already been trespassed
I have nothing to lose
I'm going to get mine

Through the door
Straight to the cooler
Grab three tall boys and head for the door
He stands blocking the exit
Five feet apart when he demands I put it down
Out my way I'm not feeling this today I warn
Neither giving an inch
Neither thinking after twenty five years this will come to an end

Face to face
Eye to eye
He gets a hand on one
I got a hand on my knife knife
He falls with the bottle
Standing in a blood filled puddle of alcohol
I step over his lifeless body
Staring at my son who never knew me
I stop and turn to look once more
With a tear in my eye
I lean down and find his wallet
Whispering I wish I could've been like you boy