Slave to the bottle
I'd change if I could
Abandoned by loved ones
No money for food
Up in the morning
The suns yet to rise
How did I get home?
My mind won't reply
Hand down the sofa
Looking for change
A butt in the ashtray
Relit once again
Outside the tavern
The sun hits my face
Follow the staff in
The usual I say
Alone on the bar stool
Sipping my beer
Looking for talk
But no one is here
