I know you think this is your only escape Glasses filled to the brim is what seems to comfort you on your worst days But lately we’ve been having plenty of those And the bottles keep coming to console your fountain of self-pity You dwell back on the pastWhen money wasn’t so fleetingYou regret some of the choices you made back thenAnd wished you did ‘this’ instead of ‘that’But what about the cho...