Shame

When the weekend comes it starts with one drink Half into the night I cling to a sink A surfacing of weakness I quickly wash down With pepper flakes of gold smoothed over with Crown Why do I choose this reward for the week To hide in a bottle and drown in a drink But the night far from done when I refill my cup I notice a spark as someone lights up Another evil god to take me away To a twisted heaven for this night to stay The smoke through my mouth I feel in my toes Ran up to my brain and out through my nose I walk through my hall miles to bed To lay down this body and sleep like I'm dead I notice a book that sat on the floor A book that I read when I only four Beautiful and sweet so precious to me A story of man so old and the sea I wanted to cry as I was ashamed I've let this book down and I am to blame Oh Ernest I'm sorry for I do not know Where I have gone with nothing to show I clung to the book and asleep I fell To dream about lions and stories to tell