I drink a little,
I drink too much,
I sometimes drink not enough,
sometimes I want to drink,
and sometimes I drink to forget,
sometimes I forget to remember how much I have drunk,
sometimes I drink and I try not to remember you,
sometimes I drink, but you I cannot forget,
sometimes I wish I was drunk all the time,
sometimes my memories are only full of you,
and my body filled with beer and wine,
and always I wish you were with me,
for then I would have no sorrow,
sometimes I wish you were here with me,
sometimes my tears remind me,
that your life was only borrowed,
borrowed from the universe,
borrowed from the heavens,
borrowed from the Earth,
borrowed from where our love was filled with worth,
but oh,
how my heart aches because I miss you,
and now I am alone, and only filled with sorrows,
and time stands still and loneliness it creeps over me,
and there is far too much beer and wine,
far too much beer, wine, and sorrow,
and most likely there will only be,
there will only be a headache tomorrow.
