::clever wordplay::

Since people I know have been working on their monologues for Impaired, I decided to reflect on my past experiences with drinking and those of my friends. God I was so stupid. Really, I was. I've made some of the stupidest decisions ever when I was drunk. In my monologue, when I said "I'm done. I promise." I meant it. I quit. It's not worth it.

So, also reflecting on two-fifths of my band, I realized that it annoys me even more to see them get hammered, because I care about them more than anything. I mean, sure, they're having fun, but I don't want them to do something they'll regret and have to blame it on alcohol, like it's some panacea of mistakes. It's not. It's just stupid.

I wrote a song, what else is new. But, so my band doesn't know, I disguised them as a girl, to make it even more stereotypical pop-rock song. I just don't wanna start a war over it.

The Substance

You're so fragile under the influence
Like the alcohol's giving you substance
Behind the faulty framework that holds you up
All 5 foot 4 of you.
I hope you're havin fun alone...
I hope you're havin fun
With the ones who'll move on
And find more girls like you.
I hope you're havin fun alone...
I hope you're havin fun
With the ones who'll move on
And find more girls like you.

Drink up, and put down the bottle
But only when you're done.
Don't settle for less than perfect
You know you gotta be gone to do this right.
Wake up, and shoot down the idea
That you didn't have any fun...
As far as you can remember,
You were guaranteed to get some... last night.

You're so damaged the morning after
But your recovering like it never happened
And the scars that you hold aren't ones you can see
But they weigh you down all the same.
I hope your driving home alone...
I hope your driving home
And you realize
there's others like you.
I hope your driving home alone...
I hope your driving home
And you realize
They'll find them soon.

Drink up, and put down the bottle
But only when you're done.
Don't settle for less than perfect
You know you gotta be gone to feel alright
Sober up, and wipe down the tears
That have made your make-up run
You just need learn to let go
Of this foundation.

Drink up, and swallow your pride
Cuz you're out to make things fun.
I hope it ruins your night and
You choke on your security bottle of rum.