Let me have a drink,
I don't want responsibilities,
I don't want to think.
Just let me have a ******* drink,
drown myself in my sorrow,
keep me from thinking of tomorrow.
For if I numb my mind enough,
and drown my sorrows in a beer,
I can accomplish anything that is rough,
while making my mind bright and clear.

Or is that what I tell myself,
as I pop open that bottle,
telling myself my mind will be clear.
And with each drink I gain confidence,
believing that I gain competence,
like a man who fought no wars,
yet surrounds himself with ******.
Speaking of stories which I never knew,
and thinking of the next lie I will brew.
So do I need this drink to live?
or merely just to have a story to give?