Sometimes I think
There's just too much for me to deal
This quicksand pulling me
Down is all I feel
Drowning in circumstance
Fighting to breathe
So I grab the bottle
It, in turn, grabs me
Soothing and blunt
This liquid never lies
And for the next few hours
My life I don't despise
It mixes so easy
With juice, with my pain
And I know it'll be there for me
Again and again
Cause this liquid restitution
Does not threaten to desert
I'm used to being left
So for me, this is a first
It listens when I talk
No matter what I say
It offers silent comfort
At the end of each and every day
My bittersweet friend
Has seem my through it all
So do the rest of my friends say
If I hang on, I will fall?
 
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