Sloe Gin

I'm drinking sloe gin and it's far from December

I'm drinking sloe gin only to remember

I'm drinking sloe gin only to forget

I'm drinking slowly as there's just a finger left

I'm drinking all that I can find inside my house

But I'm feeling sentimental for the famous grouse

She taught me all about how ugly I could be

And that goodbye was something else entirely

I'm drinking milk because I'm told it heals your bones

I'm drinking honey for the goodness in the combs