2pm

Life of an alcoholic.

2:00 on waking, sun's already up, crossing the sky.
Been asleep all morning, working off the buzz.
Another night wasted, drinking good poison.
Can't remember what I did, don't really want to know.
Time is slowly approaching,
The time that it is fine, to walk through those doors again.
Sit at the polished bar and order another round,
So I can wake again at 2pm, and not remember anything.