The First Step

You don't have to go home  but you can't stay here It's getting on closing time Better drink up your beer Lately I've been wondering When my mind is liquor free Am I drinking from the bottle Or is the bottle drinking me Those night's when I'm full throttle  Foot loose and fancy free I'm too wrapped up in the moment To really clearly see When I crave a hair of the dog that bit After an A one first class bender My liver, or what is left of it Is screaming uncle, I surrender