...and counting...

12/25/2004

 
Drink Memory Gone
from 11/8/2004

A sip
A shot
A glass
A pint
Another
A bottle
A barrell
A brewery where we can play.

I can't remember
what I was going to say

Clarity is leaving me
Fuzzy slippers
names, dates and where's my keys

I must be drunk
to write such a slunk
about the dangers of sipping too much.
who would do such a thing?

I think I had wings
and birds fried deep
but that was then
and drunk is now
so won't you let me go to sleep

I keep it locked away
just in case my alcoholic neighbors
want to have dinner with me someday
I'd hate to miss a chance to share

If it ain't one step it's another
if I'm anonymous
you're my brother
If you can smell it on me
I can pour it on you
and I can drink just as much
as I can pour into a shoe

I can quit anytime I like
but there's really no reason tonight
and I know my rights
besides one never knows
when a party guest will spike
the punch
afterall, it goes great with lunch

the only time that I will stop
is when Jack Daniels
calls the cops
and wouldn't that be hypocritical
his name's on the bottle
that got me into this

that much I can remember
but as for the rest...

I don't know
I have to go
Oh no, it's too late