The Good Stuff

I drink myself to sleep

Slowly slipping into madness

The sweet embrace

Of champagne dreams

Don’t run away

Share this bottle with me

Fall into step

Take away your fears

Wash away the pain

Watch the stars

As the swirl in the glass

Drown in the bubbles

Of happiness and joy

Fill your every pore

With the scent

Of grapes with passion

Wake up with a headache

From intoxication

And a strange bill

In your hand

From drinks with your friends

I’m never drinking again...