It all starts with a bath,
Her sigh, her laugh,
Cutting through me to the core,
At last I can’t take anymore,

The cold steel against my skin,
And with a little grimace, and a little grin,
The edge takes it all away,
To a time before yesterday,

You know not what you said,
Or the thoughts you put in my head,
The hurt that you make me feel,
Another line I must conceal,

And here I lie all alone,
Four pints to go, I’m almost home,
The water around me turns red,
As I reside myself to my death bed,

At last, only three pints left,
Is this not for the best,
Once and for all your burden will be gone,
And I will finally be dead on,

Only two pints to go,
The darkness begins to overthrow,
Your face is etched into the black,
And you thought this was just a wisecrack,

A one pint night is all I have,
No more tomorrow, this can’t be fixed with your salve,
The water is now dark and black,
Forgive me please, I can’t go back.