Spirits

Into the cold and the curious unknown
He snuck out and struck out, three swings with one stone:
Breaking his curfew, her heart and out of home
He stole his mother's spirits and left her alone
His bottle and brothers and a bonfire warmed his bones
Until the cops cased him into the cold
Without a jacket, wallet or cellphone
Without a jacket, wallet or cellphone

The liquor his liver delivered
Was thicker than the thin coat he wore in the blizzard
His dumb drunken numbness warmed him and hindered
The instinct to live, until he remembered
That liquor is thicker, warmer and a tricker
And that's when he died alone in the cold
Without a jacket, a prayer or a shiver
Without a jacket, a prayer or a shiver