Short-term medication.

Well I'm not dead but I'm feeling fine
Started drinking at a quarter past nine
My friends all left, but a friend to me
Is a quart of jack and a pint of whiskey.

I don't know why I'm here
Or why I need this fucking beer
To throw a smile on my face
Fuck this life, you fucking disgrace.

But then again, I'd rather smile
Half a smile for a while
Than see this cold reality
Of what this life is doing to me.