My name is Jacob, and I'm an alcoholic

Such a shitty way of dealing with things.

And I
I spent a good hour or two
Staring at the wall
With a blank face
And an empty bottle

Hey now
I may be drunk
But I'm not a cynic
My glass is still half full
But not for long

So tonight I'll raise a toast
To the faintest chance
That I won't wake up tomorrow
That somehow it will end

With lullabies and good graces
With some pictures left behind
With an explanation on this paper
About the answer I couldn't find

But again I wake
With resignation
To live another day;
To drown the time away

Last night is nothing more than
A catalogue of still-born memories
And tonight begs the question
Of  which poison will it be