Next To Me

	Sometimes
	I hear your whistle as
	I walk the dogs across the skateboard park,
	And though
	I know you've gone uptown
	I look for you in every doorway on
	St Mark's,
	Cause even though
	I'm not a canine, and my bark is usually benign,
	Whatever I'm sniffing
	I'll drop and come running for you.
	I once said that "I'm not an alcoholic. There's just always something to be celebrated".
	Well true to form
	I'm pretty woozy this morning, cause last night
	I was inebriated.
	You're next to me so everything must be alright,
	You're next to me so
	I must have made it home last night,
	It can't have been too mortifying, though
	I do remember trying a handstand against a mirrored wall.
	But "Oh I love, you let me",
	And didn't then forget me
	But took me home so tell me did
	I fall?You're next to me, so nothing really matters anyway.
	You're next to me, and
	I feel like
	I'm on my holidays
	And I mean that the
	British way like lying on a beach sipping through the alcohol,
	Not the American way which involves religion and is absolutely no fun at all.
	Not that I mean to demean your lovely nation after all it made you and you're a sensation.
	The jubilation of our present situation could make me lose the urge for any form of masturbation
	It's sensational; that you are next to me, so everything must be alright.
	You are next to me, so
	I must have made it home last night.
	You are next to me, so nothing really matters anyway.
	You are next to me, and
	I feel like
	I'm on my holidays.
	Im amazed that you are next to me.