Sober -Part 1-

You know…I like drinking, But I’m not sure I like drunk. Because then I’m stuck thinking About the depths to which I’ve sunk. All the insults I let loose from my lips. Saying whatever to make sure a balance tips. Mistruths spoken and stories just made up. Maybe if I put the glass down I could trade up. Maybe i could shine more clearly, like light through perfect glass And maybe I’d stop stumbling and sounds over my lips could cleanly pass. Because I hate what I’ve said in an inebriated state. So I think I’ll chill for a minute; actually think straight. I hate what I’ve decided to bet when I’m drowning And it’s probably high time I stop fooling around and clowning. Because 1-20 isn’t a funny number when I’m behind the wheel, And the bottle we just bought already has a broken seal. So instead of starting ignition by turning some keys, Perhaps, instead of vodka, I’ll drink in the mountains, trees, and breeze. I’m an anxious person, that can’t be denied, And I thought that liquor could help me hide. But anxiety becomes paranoia, which either spirals to angry or sad, And I don’t like the paranoid person I am when I’m drunk and I’m mad. Trust and loyalty mean nothing to a poison-drenched mind, And though no evidence exists, I’ll make it up, then that I’ll find. And I would like to have that all be avoided. So I think my future alcohol purchases can be voided.