Done Drinking from Past Goodbye by Matthew James Aylett

I got in at God knows what hour
I woke up, the wardrobe had taken a shower
And all of my dreams were piss-wet through
My wife, she ain’t talking to me
Same old story, just a different week
Slammed the door and said, What am I supposed to do?
I stumbled to the bathroom to meet the day
Wondered what my reflection had to say
He just stared back in silence—a man born to lose
I lit my last cigarette, it made me gag
Didn’t stop me from hoping that it would last
One of those nine-mile John Prine ones would do

I’m done drinking, I’m done drinking
I’m done drinking, I’m done

Maybe I should meditate
Or dig a hole and bury my mistakes
Rest in peace, that lonely loving loon
Maybe sort my shit out, sing me some songs
These empty pages go on and on
Give my mind the space to breathe and little room
All these questions when I know the answer
A pint of Guinness and a whiskey chaser
A temporary measure for impending doom
These shaking hands are disco dancing
Nicotine-stained and patiently waiting
For a place they’ll be going very soon

I’m done drinking, I’m done drinking
I’m done drinking, I’m done drinking

I’m done drinking, I’m done drinking
I’m done drinking, I’m done drinking
I’m done drinking, I’m done

Come the morning, I know what I’ll say
A couple of days just gone to waste
And this big ol’ factory just doubles up my blues
My eyes are red and my back, it hurts
Been rolling around in the weekend’s dirt
At the time, it felt just like a cruise
It’s Monday morning, I seek salvation
Or some kind of affirmation
How big of a fool? I ain’t got a clue
I can hear my voice from when I’ve had a few
It’s big and it’s loud and mighty uncouth
Where’s a man gotta go to find him some truth?

I’m done drinking, I’m done drinking
I’m done drinking, I’m done drinking
I’m done drinking, I’m done

Thursday comes rolling around
Feeling okay, I’m pretty sound
Ain’t no harm in going for just one or two
One or two is three and four
Friday’s trying to break down my door
It’s the charge hand—my God, my days are through

I’m done drinking, I’m done drinking
I’m done drinking, I’m done

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