He Is Me.

Phone call brings him out of bed
He’s been there for 20 minutes in a week
Why sleep when you can drink?

He doesn’t even know why he goes out
But when the other side of the phone beckons him, he adheres
He’s tired and sick, but at least he’ll be drunk soon

Friends welcome him with open arms
Before he knows it, his hands hold a beer and a joint
And he’s running along a road of routine

If I’m drunk, I feel the night has been a success