Everything spills.
Emotions form tears.
Tears turn into countless beers.
Then you're sad and drunk.
You go home with some skunk.
Fumbling around, falling to the ground.
Wake up all alone, head heavy as stone.
Skip work, head to the clerk.
Pick up a quick test, take the pill; hope for the best.
Curl back up in bed.
Bring the *****, wishing you were dead.