We Act Like It Too

We drink, we live.

Roll over
Still spinning
Fuck-

Is it you
Or the gin
I'm stuck

Whatever it is
I'm glad it was you
In tandem, we're random

Trouble, doubled
Sorting through
Last night's rubble

It's always 5 o'clock
Somewhere
We don't care

High class
Low brow
We're there

Still us
Still drunk
Still fucked