Midnight passes, but I simply can't sleep.
I'm longing for a sense of simple peace.
My mind is a fog and my thoughts are deep.
I know just the thing to bring some release!
Off to the fridge, I throw open the door.
Vodka and rum, juice and some mixers too ...
I'm not even sure what I'm looking for.
All I know is that these feelings are through!
I grab a tumbler and fill it with ice,
Grasp a bottle and then another one,
Can't wait to feel how it goes down so nice,
But I can't say I'm having any fun --
Trying to stop all that I remember.
Tonight I'm my own shrink and bartender.
