4 bottles of whisky and a coke bottle.....

Four friends having the fun of their lives,
Like they never may have.
Its definitely their last one before leaving,
Filling the rain of time and saving.

Run the race of sleeping and waking up,
It’s a long way back.
Its now time to bring forth the big guns,
Of boozing and effortless love hack.

It is said that drinking is the best solution,
And I wouldn’t go against it.
But is it the best way of telling the truth?
When your whole life hangs about it.

Curse the one who made my drinks,
And praise him for being subtle.
It’s a shade out of order and array,
4 bottles of whiskey and a coke bottle.

Yawning away the time of my life,
Its fun to be awake and still alive.
Hard and hazy it is too be conscious,
When all I can do is just jive.

The songs playing in my head are too close to my head,
And too far away as well.
They say words which I may never grasp,
Just sing along, cos it makes me swell.

Now a man is on the moon,
That means he is high.
He feels he is Elvis or Cobain,
They went places but I found a place to cry.

Forgiveness is what I asked,
Dropped my guns and threw away my muzzle.
On the verge of vulnerability I took,
4 bottles of whiskey and a coke bottle.