So what is going to happen
When I'm here all alone
Nobody allowed to visit
Me unable to go home
I guess I'll just watch shit TV
And drown myself in beer
Whilst hoping for an early end
To all this fucking cheer
Random #42
‘We are far too young and clever…’
Cocktails At Dawn
Come over here
Let’s have a taste
It would be a shame
After all
To let this go to waste
Random #40
‘What am I now?
What am I now?
What if I’m someone I don’t want around..?’
Random #39
‘Lost it to Bostik, yeah’
Random #38
‘Have we enough to keep it together?
Or do we just keep on pretending,
And hope our luck is never ending…’
Random #37
‘So drink, drink, drink and be ill tonight
From the one one you left behind…’
Closing Time
If a
nodIs as
goodAs a
winkThen
we
should
getAnother
drinkAnd
finally
putThis
flirtatious
thingBetween
us
bothTo
bed
Random #34
‘When you say it’s gonna happen now
Well when exactly do you mean?
See I’ve already waited too long
And all my hope is gone…’
Random #33
‘It’s a miracle I even made it this far…’
Annual Leave
A week
off workWhat’s
the pointDrink
a beerSmoke
a jointThat’s
nothing newI do it
every dayIt’s all
I haveKeeping my
demons at bay
Therapy?
No
matter
what
the
guidelines
say
Or
how
many
braincells
may be
lost
I’ll
slay
my
dragons
my way
thanks
And
live
with
whatever
the
cost
Random #32
‘Hold Me Like This For A Hundred Thousand Million Days…’
Old Habits
As my
veins
fill
with
chip
fat
And
my
lungs
marinate
in
tar
I
wonder
if
perhaps
this
time
I’ve
taken
things
too
far
Random #31
‘I’ll move to Paris
Shoot some heroin
And fuck with the stars….’
Auberge de Lanouaille
You
should
use
this
time
to
think
He
said
About
what
it is
you
want
Only
if you
bring
me
coffee
She
said
And
a hot
buttered
croissant
Booze Blues
I
know
the
time is
coming
Although
I’m not
quite
there
yet
When
all
I’ll
feel is
hungover
And
full
of
fucking
regret
Middle-Aged Spread
Perhaps
I’ve
just
run out
of luck
Or
maybe
I don’t
give a
fuck
Either
way
it
doesn’t
matter
I must
accept
I’m
getting
fatter
Quieten Down(er)
I’ll
take
anything
you’ve
got to
give
A drink;
a smoke,
a sedative
As the
voices
in my
head
these
days
Are
proving
far too
competitive
Sylvia’s Sister
Maybe I’ll drink until I’m sick
Maybe I’ll dance like a prick
Maybe I’ll smoke ten to the dozen
Maybe I’ll put my head in the oven
Either way one thing is true
It’s got fuck all to do with you
Why Not
Come here
She implored
And sit with me
Let’s drink some wine
Watch shit TV
Hold hands
And talk all night
Until our troubles
Are out of sight
Sleeping Around
Try
as I
may
With
all
of my
might
I
have
no
idea
Where
I’ll
sleep
tonight
Six Pack Blues
One can
Two cans
Three cans
Four
Perhaps
I should eat
Before
I drink
Any more
Bottleneck
Fill it
up to
the top
So that
I can
drink
again
I want to
feel the
pleasure
And to
forget
the pain
Old Faces
I
loved
talking
to you
so much
tonight
It
bought
a tear
to my
eye
It seems
there’s
no one
else I
want to
sit with
And
watch
the
world
go by
Twist My Arm (2)
Afternoon:
Drink
your
tea
Eat
your
food
Leave
behind
your
mournful
mood
Come
out
tonight
Have
some
fun
For
our
time
has
only
just
begun
The 27 Club
So this
is hell
then,
is itWho
knew
it would
look like
this?I
reckon
I’m going
to like
it hereBut
first
I need
a piss
The Train Home
Why
can’t
it be
like that
all the
time
Talking,
laughing
and
drinking
wine
It
always
feels
like
such a
crime
When I
have to
return
to this
life of
mine
‘Drink Me’
I
really
should
just stop
now
I am
totally
out of
control
It seems
I have
well and
truly
fallen
Down the
proverbial
rabbit
hole
One For The Road
I’m
starting
to feel
betterWith
each
round
that
passesAs my
sorrows
are
drownedBy now
empty
shot
glasses
Last Orders
Is that
really
it
There’s
nothing
more?
She asks
while
falling
to the
floor
We’ve
drunk
it all
The
well
is dry
He
exclaims
with a
tear in
his eye
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