One To Two, Then Three and Now Who Knows

Somebody give me something
I'm off the wagon
I need alcohol
I need to numb the pain and stop time
I need a release for the confusion inside of me

This is a first in my 50 plus years
Losing at records pace
From my view I'm left with a few
Few family members
Few friends
Few nights in the same bed
I need a few shots
Please bring the jack
I need a few doubles

Who knew one drink thirty years ago would lead to this
Shaking from withdrawals
Sweating in a panic cause this fifty cents won't buy shit
Becoming angry as I look through the window
All that beer and I can't have one
I see how he looks at me
Acting as if he's better then me
Before I finish asking he's stopping me
Threatening to trespass me
Fuck it I'm going to get mine
He ain't stopping me

Through the door
Straight to the cooler
Grab three tall boys of Busch lite
He stands blocking the exit
Points at me like I'm a child
Demanding I put it down
Old man you ain't leaving with that
Jr you don't want to do this

Face to face
Eye to eye
He gets a hand on one bottle
I pull my knife and they both fall
Standing in a blood filled puddle of alcohol

I step over his lifeless body
Everything starts to hit me
The baby I helped bring in this world
Is the the same man I just took out
I stop and turn to look once more
With a tear in my eye
I lean down and find his wallet
Whispering I wish I could've been like you boy