Alcoholic Haze

From early in the morning I throw away a brand new day. I'll give it up tomorrow; today I can't give it away. I don't remember yesterday - I can see it on the floor. Sleep came over me. I could not drink any more. The doorway in an alley; in the shadow my next phase. The bottle empties out before my alcoholic haze. Early in the evening the bitter cold sweeps in. I head down for salvation; to try and get a booking. There's room down by the river, 'neath the bridge be my bed. I stop to buy my saviour that resurrects my head. Cold rain falls on either side; my eyes begin to glaze. The bottle empties out before my alcoholic haze. Through all this misty haze, I recall a ladder climbing ride. Started hustling with losers - started moving down the slide. Found comfort with an answer that drifted strong with me. No questions and no answers combine so easily. The welcome bench in the park upon warm summers days. The bottle empties out before my alcoholic haze. In my alcoholic haze there’s an answer that’s for sure. The morning comes around the answers aren't there anymore. The doorways and the bridges; parks and alleys will always, be the nightmares most encountered before my alcoholic haze.