Bourbon and burritos

To be honest i’de rather be drinking a tea
But I find myself stuck with a Jack.
I find that I don’t have too much of a choice
But you know what? I’ll never look back.

It’s a choice that I made to be drunk when I want,
Try to make sense of all that I do.
When I open another sweet bottle of booze
(I will drink what you would drink for two.)

Many years I have tortured my insides with grain
Never once with a bad head to show
But the bank cries each week as I kill my accounts
and I smile as my happiness grows.