Can't Drink With You No More

Hey T, I got some bad news

I can't drink with you no more

If you want I can keep coming around
Although I'm not advised to do so

I can sip a soda
And play with the water stains
On top of the bar

But not right away
Not until I get my head on a little bit straighter

I'm sorry about your wife, T
And I'm sorry about your kids
And I'm sorry that I got in that fight with you last week

This isn't about that fight

Well, it is and it isn't

See after last week, I wasn't interested in having any more fights
So I dragged myself over to my friend Pat's house
And he's been sober going on about six years

I fell on his couch and we watched La Dolce Vita
And I felt like I was on acid
Not drunk, so far past drunk
And I talked about myself

And I never talk about myself, you know?
I talk, and I talk about shit
But not really about myself
Like you would to a shrink or whatever

And the more I talked
The more I listened to myself
And the more I listened
The more I realized what the hell I was saying

And I kept thinking that I just...

I kept thinking I didn't want to come here anymore, T

But, you know
We're friends

And they tell me--

They tell me a lot of things

But I say 'T was there when my son was born'
'T found me the car I'm driving'
'T puts me in taxis then catches the next one'

So I can come here
Or you can meet me somewhere
And you can drink, and I can sit
Or we can both just sit

Just sit, you know

But I'll still show up
I just can't drink with you no more

But that's all that'll change
I promise, T
That'll be it