Salvation

The bottle holds salvation,
sweet caathartic grace.
The bottle brings the answers,
when it knocks me on my face.

I can't think
without the bottle in my hand
tequilla burning in my mouth
my toes planted in the sand.

When I need a drink
and start to loose my mind
when I'm looking on my life
and I need to just unwind

The money's gone
The bills unpaid
All the work to make a life
has now been all unmade

Where's the bottle now
while I suffer through the pain
just a drink, some beer, some wine
would help me through the shame