By Abe
Date: 22 August 2000
You Are Why I Drink
You are why I drink each and every fucking day.
And to be frank, I don't really give a shit what goes down my gullet.
As long as I get a quick buzz, and get really numb.
Numb in the heart, so I can't feel the pain.
The pain that you cause me.
You want to stay "friends" even though I love you so damn much it hurts.
I know what the fuck that means.
It means that we can still hang out.
I can pay for your meal, movie, whatever.
You can still cry on my shoulder.
I can comfort you, tell you "there, there".
But at the end of the night, there is only a goodbye and a quickly closing door.
I can't hold you and kiss you, caress you and make love to you.
I'd die for you and you know it.
But you won't even visit my goddamn apartment.
Maybe know you will understand when I say....
You are why I drink each and every fucking day.
Why is it called "Happy Hour" anyway?
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