I clearly remember our saying went like this,
"You don't drink beer because you like it, you drink it to forget."
I only remember because I wasn't as drunk as you.
But I'm still staring at the bottom of the bottle, with nothing left to lose.
If I'm drinking to forget, then why am I still conscious?
If I'm drinking to forget, shouldn't I be nauseous?
'Cause if I can still think straight I must being doing something wrong.
Maybe if I get it right, I'll be out before dawn.
Well it's 2 AM and I'm still fine,
I'm not slurring my words and I can walk a straight line.
Jerry said so far I've had six or seven beers.
If that's the case, then why am I still here?
Shouldn't I be passed out, drunk as fuck on the floor?
Shouldn't I be pushing it away instead of coming back for more?
Keep 'em coming Jerry, I'm trying to forget.
Don't stop pouring them, not quite yet.
I'm drinking to forget, but I'm doing something wrong.
I'm drinking to forget, but it's taking so long.
Maybe if I keep it up, I'll be out before dawn.
Keep 'em coming Jerry, I wanna be gone.