I have whisky & gin in my cup and Tweet's song plays in the background and the refrain echoes through my head, "...Got a five in my pocket Wanna buy me some gin A drop of gas in my tank let me think it over again, mmm Cause I'd rather be drunk and drive away from here Than to be sober, so sober yea…” I stand all by myself, nursing a glass of dark whisky in my hand. my worries are in tow. and a bit of sorrow and pain accompany rain as it fall's while I drown my sorrows in my cup of whisky & gin. i’m not supposed to be this way; not supposed to be having this day. nothing to do and no one to call on, i’m starting to think I’ve lost them all. so hear I am, the whisky & gin, doing more harm than good. the thoughts in my mind, ain’t nothing but a lot of shoulda-coulda-would’s. I’m falling quickly in this abyss of drunkenness; deeper into my glass of potent whiskey & gin hearing a buzzing that goes beyond the sum. I light the last of my cigarette’s, thinking I’ll probably smoke half and finish off this whiskey and gin so I fall into a dreamless stupor, rather than drown in my tears. it ain’t supposed to be this way. I think… I take a drink, and laugh at my predicament and feel my heart sink… the cigarette smoke wraps around my head, I’m in a daze I drink the last of my whiskey & gin… I really shouldn’t have taken this ride again; but I couldn’t drown in my tears, so why not numb them with a cup of whiskey & gin.