The time has come to hang up both
My party going boots.
35 and still alive, now
It is time to choose.
I've lost a little, still I have so
Much I yet could lose.
Hang those habits one by one,
Refuse to not refuse.

It will take a lot more than
An apple every day
To keep the doctor and the reaper
One scythe's length away.
I like it here, to live and breathe,
But how long I can stay
Depends on just how well I turn
And change my poison ways.

So here I sit, a bachelor fresh
With best friend at my side.
We drink and sing and celebrate,
And toast to those who died.
The final little binge, a bang,
Like last time that we tried.
(Sobriety is better faced
With alcohol inside.)