The drink
Sometimes it passes my mind maybe I’m not an alcoholic
Maybe I’m just dramatic
But then I think about how much I think about taking a drink
And how good it feels when the drink goes down
And I think about how antsy I get just thinking about it
And I know I can’t have a drink no matter how much I think
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