Last Drop

Your son came in the room
Moved around and filled it
I've settled in the gloom
Found my glass and spilt it
Wouldn't look me in the eye
Intoxicating spirits
That was my last drop
And those were your three minutes

Here she comes again
Goodwill's incessant daughter
Easy to befriend
She filled my glass with water
What good is that to me?
Dulled by tragic consequences
I should be climbing trees
I should be jumping fences

But that was my last drop
Gotta stop me coming to my senses