Well I fell into prison
About a quarter to three
Where I found in my cell
A glass waiting for me
So I filled what was empty
And I pulled up a stool
But he stood in the corner
The old Devil wouldn't move
He said you drink when you're lonely
No I drink when I want
He said you'll never be sober
Sure why would I want that?
I only drink to be merry
But unfortunately...
I'm in the wrong prison cell
And the wrong company
-Flogging Molly, The Wrong Company

I wonder why I can't write anymore. Although I suppose it will return eventually.