My demons are alcoholics

This is what I write about when I'm drunk. It was meant to be an ukulele song I believe, though I do not recall that night very well.

Unfortunately my demons are alcoholics just like me

Drinking up all the whiskey

I put inside of me 

I wish to be too intoxicated to breathe

But on that these demons always feed

Drowning so many sorrows in cheap whiskey

Trying to make my heart not beat

So with that these demons have a party

Passing glasses

All day passes 

 They’re watching my relapses

As a pile of bottles amasses

Behind the closet door

So when the demons are thirsty

They wish for more to drink

They replay the memories

That make me not want to think

So pop another top

Avoid a another cop

As I stumble down the street

Drink drink drink yourself

Painfully to sleep 

Merrily merrily merrily 

Life is but a monstrosity

Waking up in the morning

The demons are not hungover 

They are ready for the new day 

Lifting out of bed

 With a pain in my head

I do not feel the same