Alcohol makes fools of us all
But somehow I’m a fool without it.
It’s as normal as can be,
And a damned ridiculous thing.
How sick one must have to be
To take medicine so deadly.
The fall of our kind lies bare
Naked at the bottom of the glass
Like Icarus at the bottom of the sea.
As we fell, we thought we were flying.
Alone or in our huddled masses
This is how the dead comfort the dying.
Medicine unneeded and poor
Always leaves you wanting more.
It makes a slow death for sure.
The same mistake day after day
It’s like we crave our own decay
Or we like how it feels, anyway.
How helpless we are, how powerless
To drown the sorrows of another day
They slip away like fish from our fists
They point and laugh as they pass us by
We always take the bait, and get caught
On the hook, on the line, on the take.
We pay the price we are asked to pay
For a sip, to take the edge off, blissful
Babies licking honey from a razor blade.
We dance with the spirits in the bottle
So that this night might never fade.
Let the genie out, and let us wish away.
We make such merry monsters
And unleash them on each other.
To make sure we don’t miss out,
And to make the loving easier.
But it’s hard to kiss your lover
When their breath smells like barf.