Three Sheets To The Wind Poem by Britt Veloso

It's the liquid of the devil
It gets us all high
I've never been happier
They were not all good times

A lot of times were sad and coated with tears
Many times I though I was God
With little to no fears
Regardless of who I was
I was drunk
The kitchen sink and garbage can
Would have never thunk

It was always me and the noise of the spirits
For years I drank so I didn't have to hear it
I wanted to be bad
I wanted to feel blood
All I did was try to call myself a thug

Raised by the TV
And prayed to the music
I never had a shot
I was going to lose it

It all went so fast
I'm left feeling like trash
No one wants to be like Kurt Cobain
Lying dead with a needle of glass

I forgot who I was when there
I wish all those times I would remember
Remember or care

Then again, what can I do?
I've always been singing the blues
No point in slowing down
I don't see any frowns

I guess I shall wait
Wait for the day
When they don't want me to drink
They just want me to stay