Drinks

Drink the end of the bottle, I begin to stumble and woddle.

Trying to clear that last sip, tasting the coldness against my lip.

Drowning my worries in the sea, not caring how many times I have to pee.

Im gonna grab another, all my worries are gone my father and my mother.

Its what ive learned sitting here, take another shot or chug another beer.

Its just for the moment at hand, ill drink untill I no longer can.

Walk the line and blood is no longer A positive, its choice and my derogotive.