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I'm sick of drinking,
my liver doesn't want to talk to me anymore.
My tobacco breath
stinks up my nose.

My t-shirt smells like beer,
my jeans like sambuca.
And some kind of cheap shot
that I don't even remember.

My throat is swollen
from all the yelling.
And my ears are buzzing
from the music too loud.

It's another morning after
faithful as always. Teaching me
that my body is beat up,
more anxiety and less money.

Is there anything else to do
to chase away boredom.
Than drinking every night
watching my life go by?

I think about exercising
and getting back in shape.
Before it's too late,
before I fall apart.

I'd like to wake up at 6 am
to go for a run.
Instead of stumbling home
burping up my last drink.

I run away from all my problems
and frequent oblivion.
Telling myself that time heals all
and we must enjoy life.

I rest on my laurels,
an excuse to slack off.
Knowing all too well
that my paradise isn't guaranteed.

But what could I do
to chase away boredom.
Instead of drinking every night
watching my life go by?

The day isn't so bad,
I always have something to do.
I recover and get inspired
until the light fades.

Sometimes I have sober nights
where I have a clear conscience.
I feel strong, I have balls
and I fulfill my existence.

I've always been adventurous,
I need strong emotions.
I've always been curious,
the consequences don't matter.

My heart of stone is on a journey,
it doesn't want to get attached.
It's allergic to settling down,
it must always keep moving.

There are plenty of things I could do
to chase away boredom.
Instead of drinking every night
watching my life go by.