Diaries of a youthful alcoholic

 I could never  hurt you

But when I see you 

Babysitting that 5% drink

I swear I could-a hit you right there and then

And maybe I’m jealous or maybe I’m just selfish

But baby it hurts to see

When your hand on my wrist tells me not to take that shot

And 40 is my number

And I’ll kiss that dumb blonde right there in front of you

And I’ll kiss our old friend to watch you cry

And darling I love you

But it don’t sting right when your mouth is on mine and I can’t stand and I’m blind

And I know there are others,

Just like me

But I know I’ll miss my prime if I’m sober….

But I’m stuck in this body

And I’m stuck in this mind

And in the mirror my face is all blurry, broke and unkind

If they asked me on the wrong day

I could see myself

Writing my basketball diaries over again

I don’t know when to stop

My dearest, they try to help

But I just keep saying

I don’t need no one

And you don’t need me

I know I don’t look well

and I don’t feel it neither.