Drank it up slowly    As I looked at the only    People in the room.    “It’s ok to admit that    You have been laughed at,”    Said Mr. Deacon Blues.       Then some broken fool laughed    And hi-fived the bar back,    “I’ll have another round.”    Raised it up to the ceiling, said    “This one with feeling.    What’s the matter with this town.”       If I look like a mess. I must be a mess.       Kick snare and hi-hat,    Crushed cigarette pack,    2 is coming soon.    Kids on a wall plaque,    “AYSO Champs, Summer 1992.”       “Good hands don’t deserve this.”    “Maybe someday you’ll learn kid that    Silence is a sound.”    Raise it up to the ceiling,    “Make this one with feeling.”    We’ll drink until we drown…       Turning on and off and on.