Twelve Square Beers

I once was a God fearing man, teetotal to the last,
But I came in to an empty house and I had to hit the glass,
I know my actions shame me, at the liquid buffet,
You took the kids, I’m on the skids, and twelve square beers a day.

The icebox on the front porch, the couch that’s on the lawn,
The bottles block the sidewalk, and the drapes are always drawn,
The mail’s still in the mailbox, there’s a booze stain on my shirt,
It’s twelve square beers a day now, and Bourbon for dessert.

Well twelve square beers, twelve square beers a day,
Blue collar Prozac, and it’s downhill all the way,
You were my future, but now you’re in the past,
Since you won’t stand before me – there stands the glass.

I try to tell you I recall the spot, where we first kissed,
Your lawyer wrote a letter, saying “Cease and desist”,
My calls to you unanswered, my knock upon your door,
And so I drink a six-pack, and then a six pack more.

Well twelve square beers, twelve square beers a day,
Blue collar Prozac, and it’s downhill all the way,
You were my future, but now you’re in the past,
Since you won’t stand before me – there stands the glass.

There’s an empty feeling in my heart, and another in my neck,
There’s no one here to scold me, so I figure what the heck,
Though it fogs up my memory, when I taste that golden brew,
It’s twelve square beers a day now, and I still think of you.