Oh! How Clintonian Of Me

maybe at home drunk is everyone's better half

maybe we've finally stopped living in the past dwelling over the dead

maybe it's here, finally the future that I've heard so much about

maybe this is what we turn to though it is still booze that we burn for

and I know that that might sound sad and pathetic

but it's something to which we've all grown dependent on

and believe me, it makes for better nights

because sometimes truth can only be seen through

these ambered lights that we hold in our hands and suck down

so find your truth and suck it down, suck it up and be a mess

and I know that that might sound even more sad and pathetic

but it's something to which we've all grown dependent on

and I know or at least I suppose so

actually, you know what: fuck it! I don't want to know how it sounds

because home isn't just the roof over your head

it's the same drinks to your right and same friends to the left

it's something that's always worth the wait

and is something that's always worth missing when we're away