Friday, I am going to do something very difficult
I do not want to be Charles Bukowski anymore
There must be more to life than drinking
It used to be fun but it has gotten out of hand
I will still enjoy the words that he wrote
I will still want to emulate him
I know what he was talking about
But I don't want to live there anymore
Because if I live there, I will die there
There is a bluebird in my heart
But in order to set him free,
there are things I need to do
I am going to do those things
And I am going to let him out
I do not want to be Charles Bukowski anymore
There is more to life that barstools and cigarette butts
More than the fiery whisky churns
In a gut that is bloated but always has room
For another sixer or another bottle
I know what he was talking about
But I don't want to live there anymore
Becausea if I liver there, I will die there
Drunk and disorderlly, sad and lonely
There is a bluebird in my heart
But in order to set him free,
there are things I need to do
I am going to do those thins
And I am going to let him out
I do not want to be Charles Bukowski anymore