The Drill
(by Michael Clem)
This time every morning
I swear myself off drink
I fall in love upon the hour
I swear myself off think
And every hour’s happier
’til happy hour ends
I wake up and I start that drill again
I’ve messed up and I’ve let me down again
This time every Sunday
I swear I’m gonna change
I tumble through for six more days
My pocket’s dropping change
I sense the disappointment
and find I’m losing friends
I wake up and I start that drill again
I’ve messed up and I’ve let me down again
Oh those tales of inspiration
of those who beat the game
I salute their strength and valour
but surrender all the same
I’ve made myself a pact
with the greatest fool of all
Well, I break that pact
and I drink my lunch
and I hug the night
I have a ball
I pat myself upon the back
and cause myself to fall
This time every winter
I swear myself off sin
I swear by hibernation’s end
I’ll be organized and thin
Now I’m my own fulfillment house
With orders pouring in
I wake up and I find I’m far from thin
I wake up by an empty Heineken
I wake up and have no clue where I’ve been
I’ve messed up and I’ve let me down again
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