Late Night Corona

How Much Pain
Can A Bottle Save
And How Many
Drinks Does It Take
To Dig My Own Grave
And How Many Times
Are You Going
To Ask Me To Behave
And When Are You
Going To Realize
I'm This Late
Night Corona's
Personal Slave 

You Tell Me
To Put It Down
But How Many Times 

Must I Tell You

That I'm Not Brave

And This Addiction

Of My Life

Is Something I Crave

In The Late Night

Where My Thoughts

Seem Concave

But That's Only

Because I've Done

Wrong

And Don't Want
To Be Forgave