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It starts out slow

This feeling of peace

From my head to my toes

Gained from fermented yeast

First sip brings a warmth

That spreads out from my heart

Mind unlocks, tongue unloosens

I'm no longer set apart

Feeling social, looking around

So many people in this bar

So many experiences abound

Second sip brings a smile

Feeling giddy and light

All my anger dissapears 

Along with my desire to fight

The anger always present

and the anxiety too

Have left by the third sip

As I'm talking to you

The fourth sip sees a spark

Of connection between us

As my words find their mark

You're picking up on it

You're feeling my flow

In your eyes the lights are burning

The flame turned way down low

By the fifth sip I'm unssteady

Repeating myself again

Did I say that already?

The conversation goes deeper

as we dig up old pains

Like why you couldn't keep her

Or how he handled my reins

Tongue feels numb

But the words keep on coming

As long as you'll listen

Your sympathy, I'll keep bumming

Dimmly I'm aware

By the sixth sip I have taken

That I've lost my train of thought

And sense I am not makin

The slow sip has led

To a slippery slope

and I've lost my head

As a way to cope

I'll forget all this tomorrow

Your impression wasn't deep

But thank you for listening

about the one who makes me weep