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 does one have to be
To take medicine so deadly?
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.
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.
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
Like babies licking honey from a razor blade.
We dance with the spirits in the bottle
So this night might never fade to day.
Let the genie out, and let us wish away.