Hi, My Name Is Jimmy (And I’m an Alcoholic)

I'm not afraid of the bottle anymore

For a while, the vomiting blood and constant pain in my stomach scared the hell out of me

But now it's a part of my daily routine

Wake up at noon or later, drink, write, drink, write, drink, write, drink, et cetera

I don't know what made my wife leave me, though

Maybe it was the bottle, maybe it still scares her

Or maybe it was the death of hope

Watching me fall into the trap over and over and over and over and over

I lost my innocence to the bottle

The same one that my mother drowned at the bottom of

The same one my father left her when he passed

And the same one I'll leave for my son

I just hope he knows better than me

That if I leave it for him

He won't take it

That he won't drown

Because I'm sick and tired of drowning

But the current is too strong now

There's no swimming against it or breaking free

But they say if you don't fight the rip current, it'll take you home