Fill it
up to
the top
So that
I can
drink
again
I want to
feel the
pleasure
And to
forget
the pain
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Fill it
up to
the top
So that
I can
drink
again
I want to
feel the
pleasure
And to
forget
the pain
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
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
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
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
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
I’m
starting
to feel
betterWith
each
round
that
passesAs my
sorrows
are
drownedBy now
empty
shot
glasses
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
How’s
about
itJust
us
two?Fancy
a
walkVisit
the
zoo?Get
a
beerEat
some
food?Spend
the
nightBeing
terribly
rude?
I’m
going out
tonightTo
remind
myself
to liveI’m also
hoping to
forgetWhat I
know
I can’t
forgive
We sit
here
togetherYet we
are both
aloneNeither
of us
wantingTo get
up and
go home
Play that song
one more time
She
said
And pour me
another drink
I want to
feel something
She
said
And I don’t want
to have to think
‘….So drink, drink, drink and be ill tonight…’
Morrissey
What
happens
when the
laughter
stops
When
that
penny
finally
drops
When we
wake up
tomorrow
with a
raging
hangover
And that
stomach
churning
guilt
takes
over
Drinking again.
Most likely until I’m sick.
You’d have thought,
By now,
That I’d had enough of this.
Stumbling
home
Drunk
again
When will
I learn
Alcohol
is not
My best
friend
I’m not ashamed
to admit
I shed a tear or
two last night
As the clock
struck twelve
It was all
a bit shit
Sitting here
all night
And drinking
by myself
Eat, drink and be merry.
Or just drink.
I know I am.
I fear I’ve
had one too
many a drink
tonight…
Perhaps now
is not the
time my story
to write…
Drink,
drink,
and drink
again.
You know
that I’m
your only
friend.
What was I saying?
What was I..?
Ach, don’t mind me,
I’m drunk.
*Hic*.
I really
should
get out
of bedAnd do
something
less boring
instead
Drunk
Happy
Drunk
Sad
Fridays
are a
bitch
Beer…
maintaining the great divide
between dreams and reality…since 1993.
People are easy to fool, on the whole, I find.
They are so wrapped up in themselves they don’t notice me standing there, amongst them, pretending to be happy…
You can take a tablet to halt a head ache.
You can eat a sandwich to settle a queasy stomach.
You can sleep a while to revive your weary bones.
But the self loathing?
That shit lingers on inside your head for days. And there’s nothing you can do to help that.
God, hangovers are awful.
I hope I find the answers I’m looking for at the bottom of this pint glass.
Otherwise putting make up on to leave the house tonight was a waste of time…