The First Step
You don't have to go home
but you can't stay here
It's getting on closing time
Better drink up your beer
Lately I've been wondering
When my mind is liquor free
Am I drinking from the bottle
Or is the bottle drinking me
Those night's when I'm full throttle
Foot loose and fancy free
I'm too wrapped up in the moment
To really clearly see
When I crave a hair of the dog that bit
After an A one first class bender
My liver, or what is left of it
Is screaming uncle, I surrender
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