My Vice (& It's Price)

I like drinking, drinking's my friend.
And maybe one day, it'll be the end of me.

And I'm thinking, "maybe that's true"
But drinking's a thing, I'm always gonna do.

I like drinking, it's pretty cool.
But drinking's the thing that makes me look a fool.

And I'm thinking, "maybe I'll change?"
But if I stopped drinking it would be pretty strange.

So I'm drinking, sinking again.
I'm always on the drink when I've got money to spend.

And I'm thinking, "this can't be good".
I do too many things, that I know I should not do.

I slip away, day after day.
Say things that I'd never usually say.
And I lose myself, begging for help.
Can't make any sense of the hand I've been dealt.

Clinking drinks when I'm drinking with friends.
But drinking's a fiend when it's a means to an end.

I think my drinking, is under control.
But would I know the difference if I fell in the hole,

Of over drinking and thinking I'm fine?
Waking up depending on the next drink I find.

Slowly sinking and stinking of booze.
Drinking every drink like I've got nothing to lose.

Barely blinking, laid out on the floor.
A slave to my own cravings as I'm praying for more.