Drowning in the bottom of a glass.
It is how I like my time to pass.
Alcohol is the woman I lust,
being together is a must.
My wife said that I was so lame.
The marital problems, alcohol was to blame.
Because I succumbed to that liquid whore.
She had enough and showed me the door.
Everything was lost,
did not care about the cost.
I was left broken down, living in this gritty part of town.
Today, I sit in this bar, getting pretty drunk so far.