Now I lay me down....
Now I lay me down to sleep.
My minty breath I pray to keep
Until I wake before the sun
For yet another sober run.
Twelve times round the track I’ll go
I’m fatter now, so I run slow
But faster than I did last year
When morning breath still smelled of beer
And Vodka from the night before
Liquor fumes from every pore
No one waking next to me
Sun’s still down, so I can’t see
The clock that screams beside the bed
Urging me to lift my head
To figure out what day it is
They beckon me. Plop. Plop. Fizz. Fizz.
Restless sleep and tortured dreams
I’d gotten used to them, it seems
Somnambulance, the shakes, the sweats
Tomorrow I’ll resolve those debts
Eleven empties in my Ford
One-pint Smirnoffs. BLUE, Oh Lord.
Hopefully that took a week
I doubt it, though. I’ll take a peek.
ATM receipts right here
Cash, cash, cash. It’s getting clear
Frosty, frozen, viscous vice
Nice, but not once worth the price
Though quite skilled whilst deep in drink
At least that’s what I used to think
I’m relieved that I eluded death
But how I missed this minty breath.
Hunker down and suffer through
Those first four days were over-due
Confronting all regret and sorrow
Could always wait until tomorrow
“Tomorrow? WHY?” I asked again.
“Now” is now. It will be “now” then.
The shakes, the sounds, the sights, the sweat
“You can’t make it!”
Wanna bet?
Now I lay me down to rest
I know that I have done my best
To shave a minute, add a mile
Still too fat, and yet I smile
I look ahead to getting thin
Around that gravel track I’ll spin
And preach to you my greatest hint…
I do so love this breath of mint