Addiction

It is twelve o’clock at night
And everyone is tucked in tight
When my eyes pop wide awake
This is a craving I just can’t fake

I have an addiction I know
So many others have told me so
But I just don’t have the will
Can’t you see it offers such a thrill?

Creeping down the hall
I can hear my heart beat
I really hope I don’t fall
Wouldn’t that be a feat?

I finally reach the kitchen
And I sneak around the side
When I look inside the fridge
Trying’ oh so hard to hide

I see it there!
It looks so fair!
Wow, amazing!
It’s so fazing!

Ginger-ale!
By the pail!

I guzzle it down
Can’t seem to frown
This ain't no fiction
I've got an addiction

And it’s the sweetest of all
Crap, I just heard my mother call