The Slow Descent into Alcoholism

I say my,

my slow descent into alcoholism went to my head,

where I really need it,

with the views that remain untreated.



I say my, my, my,

my slow descent into alcoholism went something like this.

Salvation holdout central.

I say my ever-loosening grip on the commonest courtesies slipped,

from my hands when I really need her,

when I need change for the parking meters.



I said my, my, my,

my slow descent into alcoholism went something like this.

Salvation holdout central.