Clear glass
Fill it up to the brim
Sparkling alcohol
To wash my troubles
Away into the wind
One glass becomes two
Turns into three or four
Maybe even five
But it's worth it
Because each drink
Dissolves my problems
In a sea of swirling lights
And sparkling shining alcohol
This isn't actually about me--I don't drink--but I wrote it because I was thinking about alcoholics and I just thought I should write about it.
