Don’t. Want Don’t. Do

We were down at the clambake

Just bumpin’ gums

You were dancing around like a lazy susan

Mixing bowls and pots and pans

shifting left to right

I had my eyes in my drink

Right there with my courage

I had my lips curved ‘round some grass

And took a head start toward the bar

Didn’t really want a fresh one

Just so I was at least on my way to somewhere

To do something

Later on when we hit the streets

I’ll be wishing whiskey wasn’t my choice

But at this point I can’t switch

What was it that you always said about that?

Before sun up I’ll have made a choice

“Want to?”

suppose I should

want to

but wanting and doing

Christ

you’d be hittin’ the porcelain soon anyway

never mix, never worry