of freedom from booze... My final Day 1 It’s party time at number 123! The kids asleep, so its just me The wine, the fags and the TV Aaaannd relax Going through the motions Glass to mouth, drink devoured In and out, the smoke stink Open and shut, a junkfood hunt And repeat This, the usual routine From which I suddenly wake up I’m sick, I'm tired of it This same old shit Cheer up E Pour another drink You deserve it! Go for a fag and all will be ‘reet I stare at the sky, wondering why Then the tears, they flood And the shame, enwraps me And the relief, overwhelming And the silence, the loneliness, the fear Sweet jesus, I need a lie down, but first, Tobacco and bottles, binned And on my way up the stairs, I grinned Tomorrow is my final Day 1 and I am ready for it, this time Yes, I have had a Day 1 before. The first proper one was in May this year. No one knew I had a problem with the booze....
