I found solace.
I found happiness in the form of a bottle.
A pistol bang,
To start the night oh so long.
Maybe is where i truly belong.
In the intoxicated crowd i am among.
Long for the lips that calm me
Mouth of the bottle Bacardi.
Oh dear lord is there no escape.
From the future I've not made,
For this poison have sealed my fate.
Wine unto water, My faith it has falter.
Lord, make this trip faster.
The plane to Vegas already left.
God, make this drink my best.
Amen.
