I haven't felt this way in years.
It's an old friend,
this feeling...
this wanting...
this need.
It's only a little past noon,
and I want - hell...
more than want - I Need!
I need a drink.

I want to be sitting at the end of a bar,
in the old part of town,
where I haven't gone in years...
Just to be quietly sitting there,
my hand wrapped around a glass,
and looking forward to the next one.

I haven't felt like this in so long,
that I really don't know what to do...
Drinking is no way to handle anything,
and I know that,
but it sure beats sitting around,
feeling like I feel
with nothing else to do.

So a glass would be nice.
A glass to keep me company.
I can talk to my glass.
I can enjoy my glass.
I can relax with my glass.
I can hide in my glass.

I think that's what I want to do.
Hide in it, hide behind it,
hide in the old part of town,
deep inside a quiet and dimly lit bar,
where no one will pay attention to me
if I look like I feel.

I remember how it used to be,
back when I lived in bars,
and I kind of miss that right now.
So I have to decide
if I will do anything about how I feel.

Just one drink surely won't hurt anything,
Will it?

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