I think about my next drink
because I drink so I don't have to think.
I'm so over these hours spent sober,
when will this sober be over?
I take a nip but the bottle bites back,
I bite the bottle and I chew up the glass.
I'm never hung over with dread
because responsibilities hang over my head.
I know what I need to do,
do you know that the ***** needs me too?
In a bittersweet twist of fate
for every drink that I take
the drink takes a sip out of me,
and although I've plenty ***** left
my mind's now mostly empty.