Alcohol.

New years eve.
And my heart turns cold.
You decide you want to spend this night of nights.
With your good friend alcohol.

They say that the person your with.
On the eve of new year.
Is the one you'll be with.
365 days more smile or tear.

So i suppose you've chosen.
What you want.
A Rum Or a Vodka.
Another year to haunt.

I hope its kiss.
Upon your lips so tight.
Is enough to satisfy you.
On this hot summers night.

But when you spoke to me.
Down my cheek ran a tear.
You talked with a slur.
And your clothes stank of beer.

Slurring words.
I cant understand.
The monster deep inside of you.
Has just taken command.

I hate when your like this.
It scares me so much.
Because when your like this.
You have a deadly touch.

You could get hit by a car.
Or hit by a train.
If you died.
I couldn't cope with the pain.

So next New Years Eve.
Don't let my heart turn cold.
Don't spend that night of nights.
With your good friend alcohol.