Sip by sip, I forget the words
Said by who I love and don’t
It doesn’t matter
I don’t have to care.
Bottle by bottle, I drown away
The harsh looks I get
From the simpleton walking down the hall
To the person I find sitting alone at home.
Sip by sip, my words slur
Bottle by bottle, my thoughts blur
Into a jumbled mess
Of emotions more or less.
Slowly, I begin to reach there,
That peaceful and happy place
And everything gets easier to bear
Even a smile takes on my face
I’ll trade alcohol for a kiss.
My sober moments I will not miss
There’ll be no more nightmares.
Others say I live in full throttle
I’m just living by the bottle