We are closer to Canada. 

There is no Tito’s at the bar

There is no shiner bock on bottles

Or draft

So we will drink your local beers

We will get drunk on it

We will walk through your fog

I will stumble. 

I will want a cigarette and I will piss on your streets and I will be sorry. 

And then I will sleep in a bed for the first time in five days

And wake up and drink some more

Drink even more

Than I did before.