He drinks drinks and then drinks some more. I watch him as i sit on the floor. One empty bottle to another, and one party to the next. I watch him drink all his problems away watch him sway as he walks, slur as he talks. I go to follow him where ever it may lead, but i trip and i fall he looks at me with blood shot eyes not knowing how to help. Can't help but to think I'm the reason he likes to drink
