Alcohol VS. Attention

I like to get drunk
and forget why I’m alive
and disregard why I’m sad
and pretend I’m not me.

Different, confident, happy, carefree.
All the things I don’t know how to be.

At least not without a little bit
of whatever sense-blurring blessing
comes my way,
even if it’s not here to stay.

I like to talk to you
and enjoy being alive
and feel immune to my sadness
and love me for me.

Different, confident, happy, carefree.
All the things that I could be.

At least with a little bit
of whatever sense-blurring blessing
you send my way,
and I hope it’s forever here to stay.

I love you so much, and I love alcohol too
but not nearly as much
as I’ll always love you.