I first got drunk at 9

I first got drunk when I was Nine
It was around nine thirty when the alcohol kicked in.
in fact, I had been a social drinker for so long.
Long, so long the only social I've known involves Giro's.
Giro's in a pub don't buy me many pints.
Pints of sherry or nasty wine, I drink instead.
Instead I choose - booze, hence avoiding my life.
Life isn't so bad, when all you want is a social drink.
Drink to think, let it help you thrive, not survive.
Survive, that's what I do once the alcohol kicks in at 9:30 a.m.
9:30 a.m. that temporary time I wake up and drown my hangover in cheap
sherry.
Cheap sherry for breakfast, lunch and Tea.
Tea on my own, Oh how I wish for that.
That living without I dream.
Dream of the day my problems will go away.
Away with my boozey days.
Days of sober painful reality, that's what keeps my alcohol kicking
in.
In me, that's just how I know to be.
Be sorry for me, for one day I'll see the error of my way.
Way out then, when my coffin is calling me soon.
Soon.