Song For The Alcoholic

I had a perfect morning today
Woke up by a lake where I
Pulled my notebook from my case
Decided I’d do some great
Two strangers drinking way too early
Suddenly found me not alone
They started to throw up all over the place and
My line of thought was brutally cut
It’s hard enough for me these days with keeping track
And I’m afraid I don’t let such things easily through
And so this one is for you
Why all over my perfectly good morning muse?
I returned to the car undefieted yet hurt
I could not longer think of the devine
That’s when it hit me!
It’s all misconcieved
And that devine are your 8:00 AM beers
That devine’s your sick perfume
And those cheap ciggarettes
And I’m afraid I don’t let such things easily through
And so this one is for you
Why all over my perfectly good morning muse?
I’m seeing it a brand new way