Their voices call to me br Old friends whispering br pleading and entreating br Their siren song br lures me back br to the rocks… br br And neat too br and of course straight up br ice cold br gin br (how I loved that smell) br lukewarm beer br and cheap red wine br br You never wanted br the credit, br you didn’t want to br hear I did it br all for br you… br You, not me. br br I was happy br in my sadness. br I loved br that sweet glow, br took comfort br in my br sweet blurred br pain br br So br it’s only fair, br don’t br blame br yourself now.