Wish I Could Drink

(album: 8Tracks, Vol. 3: Black Sheep - 2019)

Wish I could drink, uh
Wish I could drink, uh
Wish I could drink, uh
Uh

Looking at my knuckles, so white
Holding onto my hotel bed so tight
'Cause I know if I let go I'ma follow the sound
Of that piano outta my room and down to the lounge

Where I'ma mess it all up
It's been four years since I've reeked of alcohol, but
I've been to the gym three times today
Keep calling my wife with nothing to say
All of my trash cans are filled with coffee cups
But I still

Wish I could drink, uh
Wish I could drink, uh

Lord knows, I can like a fish
Y'all, I ain't just alcoholic
I'm staring at that water bottle
Wondering if folks would notice
If I put a little vodka in it
Maybe rehab ain't just a guest house
Maybe I don't ever really check out
Just appreciate the freedom
From my demons when they hush
And fight the temptation
When I just wish I could drink

Uh

Wish I could drink
Wish I could have a beer with my sons
When they turn twenty one, but nah
I'ma be holding up a water, saying cheers with 'em
Tryna smile back the time-flies tears with 'em
Praying to anyone who will listen upstairs
They learn from my mistakes and not theirs
Maybe it's in their blood, I hope it isn't
Maybe they won't start 'cause they watched me quitting
Maybe they've forgotten, maybe I'm forgiven
I wish I could forgive me, I wish I didn't

Wish I could drink, uh
Wish I could drink, uh

Lord knows, I can like a fish
Y'all, I ain't just alcoholic
I'm staring at that water bottle
Wondering if folks would notice
If I put a little vodka in it
Maybe rehab ain't just a guest house
Maybe I don't ever really check out
Just appreciate the freedom
From my demons when they hush
And fight the temptation
When I just wish I could drink

There's this nightmare I keep having
It's the worst joke I can imagine
Someone slips a little Jack in my Coke behind my back
When I take a sip and taste it
I cannot believe I just wasted
All that struggle fighting from it
And I feel sick at my stomach
'Cause the thought of starting all over
Makes me want to get the opposite of sober so bad
And I'm so mad, I could kill whoever did it
And I wake up swinging
But all I hit is air
And I realize I was just dreaming
And I take a deep breath
And I thank God there's not a drop of Jack on it
And I think, hey, maybe there is such thing as a good bad dream
'Cause at that moment I don't wish I could drink