The Hymn For The Alcohol

Don’t start me on the rum, Just because it makes me numb
Start me on the whiskey I know whiskey is his drink
You never drank it with me but now you drink it with him
I’m not good enough for whiskey, not good enough for you
Let’s start drinking wine, we used to all the time
It used to go to our heads but then you went to his bed
If the wine stains you lips red then tonight you might forget
You might not go home to him you might stay here with me
It is just wishful thinking that all this hard drinking might lure you back to
my ramshackle stable
There’s no point in trying, the debutante was lying when she said that she did
something that your lips could never do
And if you know what’s true then you know I love you
Its six months since you left, you must be truly blessed
Cause you look no less pretty, in fact you may be more so
If you reap the seeds that you sow, Oh we both know you are going straight to
Hell