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There you are, enjoying your drink
Here I am, trying not to think
About life and my many different selves
Trying not to stare at those bottles on the shelves
They keep smiling at me from a distance
The whole room's already in a trance
All they're asking for is a chance
One more dance
One shot to shoot my black bird
One pint to pierce the absurd
To flow into hours of freedom
To forget the days of boredom
And laugh through the nights
Or bleed through the fights
To do once again everything I used to do
Trying to escape the thoughts of you
To drink every ounce I used to drink
Until I could see the colour of my pain in the sink
To empty every bottle I used to open
Until the blur erased every question
To reach divine slumber
Just to wake up in hell the morning after
To believe I'll live forever
Until I got sober
Such is the offer
Of the bottle of brown liquor
Bittersweet is the promise
Of man's favourite mistress
Sour is the prose
Of the man who's had no dose
For days and weeks and months
Restless he hunts
Bloody beasts, food for his thoughts
As his thirst fades away
Into three little dots...