Does alcohol control the night
When all you want to do is fight?
But grown up thoughts invade your mind
With fucked up thoughts of all you find
Are twisted through the eyes of Jack
As texts you sent just won’t come back
From arguments that never meant
To be wrote down and never sent
However natural boundaries raised
Against those drunk and endless days
Of potent drinks with little end
But Jack my soulmate? No, my friend!
So, through the evening I shall slip
With alcohol to make me quip
Of days gone by when life was fun
And things were great for everyone