Alcohol

I see it in my future
When I get depressed
I see the drinks, I see the cans,
And I see all the rest.

I see you lying in front of me
I hear your apology
I remember what you said to me
You said “I’m so sorry”

I remember watching you dying
Not sure if I’d last the night
I see it in my future, now
And I can see your fight.

It makes me cry, so hard so hard
It makes me feel so bad
Remembering your slurred words
And how you looked so sad

I see it in my future, though.
Crying in this can,
I see what I should never know
With a drink in my hand.