Can that bottle Comfort you better?

Imploring a close friend to seek help for his addiction.

You’ll never find the answers In that bottle
It isn’t your friend, don’t you realize that?
I’m not here to judge you, I just want to help
Trust me, please! Drink ain’t where it’s at

Hey man, don’t let me
disturb your misery
I can see You two are old friends
But he’s evil, wily, conniving
And I’ve seen where this journey ends.

So much life left to live,
your wife and kids
I guess they don’t matter that much?
Can that bottle comfort you better
Than a loved one’s sweet, tender touch?

Well give me a shout if you
feel the urge to
That gutter looks cozy enough
I’ll go start writing your eulogy
Man, why must you make this so tough?