Finding the Bottom

I'm gonna find the bottom of this one.
I'm out looking for a friend again.
Twelves and sixteens.
Quarts and pints.
That's how I'll measure hope tonight.
This is a quest--a numbing mission.
Until I find it, I won't stop.
I'm gonna reach the bottom
...from the top.
If better days rest in a swarthy friend's small, circle mouth
Then I guess I'll kiss her 'til my lips bleed
And, in long, deep draughts
I'll suck her dry.
But she won't mind 'cause she's so chill--She's gonna fill me up.
And, friend, you're all I've got.
You're the only one I trust.
To numb me up and take me swimming
And set my weary soul a-singing
I'm gonna find the bottom of this one.
I'm out looking for an end again.
I'll be looking for a friend this time
One that I won't put down
One that won't let me down
Until the time should come
When she'll have been
...downed straight fucking dry again
And even then
We'll fill our night again
And through that golden-amber haze
Bleary eyes will see the bottom
And the end
Of my means to an end.
And my means to an end is that I'm
...looking for the bottom
Again and again.
Looking for the bottom
For to fuck with my own head.
I'm looking for the bottom
In between's my only friend
Looking for the bottom
It's a means to an end
And I'm getting to the bottom
Again.
I got to the bottom of this one.
And I'm gonna find the bottom of this one.
It's elbows up and spirits down.
Numb me up for one more round.
I got to the bottom.
And you know I'll find the bottom of this one.
Again.

 

(October 3, 2009)