Since I lack the thing I seek the most
I raise my glass in an ironic toast
To my muse who teases my rationale
I dull my pain with this cheap ale.
Yes, substance induced happiness is all I get
They blunt the edges of memory and regret
You may scoff at their passing sensation
But they do provide a temporary satisfaction.
Itís the cheap stuff that has the greatest effect
Or at least thatís what they said when I checked
Not used to expensive wines or any kind of drugs
I get only the local brew in cheap, filthy mugs
What I look for is something to make me forget
In smoke, that sensation is not quite what you get
They just make you comfortable with that you lack
It doesnít quite help you to forget that fact.
Alcohol is good because it softens your brain
And breaks down any barriers that remain
But I fear, my friend, that Iím way too dumb
To be trusted when Iím comfortably numb.
So what can I take to get some relief?
Whatís that? I should take some of the leaf?
Iím afraid that doesnít work so well
When I awake itíll seem like a living hell.
What do I do now to lessen my pain?
Why do you stay silent, no answer remains?
Tell me quickly, which substance to choose?
Which of them can make me forget my muse?